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Vienna’s POV“She’s had that habit since puberty,” Warren shrugged, his eyes fixed on the road. “The whole foot thing. She used to do it as a prank to annoy me during family dinners. I guess I just got used to it.”A cold shiver ran up my spine. Used to it?“So she’s been foot-flirting with you for years?” I asked quietly, unable to keep the edge from my voice.“She’s not flirting,” he said, exasperated. “She’s just… tactile.”“Tactile?” I repeated, incredulous. “Warren, she slid her foot up your leg under the table. That’s not being playful. That’s not a joke. That’s an adult woman making a move on her married stepbrother.”He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re reading too much into it.”I stared out the window, my heart thudding wildly. How many times had it happened? While I was sitting next to them? While we were dating? Engaged? Married?I swallowed hard, choosing my words carefully. “Even if you’ve brushed it off before, the fact is we’re married now. And a prank fro
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Vienna’s POV“Warren…” I reached out instinctively. My fingers caught the sleeve of his blazer just as he turned to leave.“Wait,” I said, more desperate than I meant to sound. “Can’t her friends just put her in a taxi and send her home? To her parents? That’s where she belongs, Warren. Not with us. Not with you.”He pulled his arm free—not harshly, but firmly. “Her friends?” he scoffed. “You think I’d trust them with her life? Half of them are drunk themselves, the other half are just there for selfies and free drinks. I’m not leaving her in their hands.”His tone made me bristle. “Why are you always defending her like she’s helpless? Like she doesn’t know exactly what she’s doing?” I tried to reason with him, “She’s an adult, Warren. She’ll never learn to take responsibility if you keep saving her.”He exhaled sharply, frustrated. “Why are you always so harsh with her? If this were your sister—if you had one—would you be this cold?”That one cut deep.“Can’t you see what she’s doin
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Vienna’s POVA heavy silence stretched between us. Until Desiree’s giggle broke it.“All the guys at the club tried to get into my pants. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t rescued me, big brother,” she slurred from the couch. I rolled my eyes. Seriously?“You’re always there to save me…” Her voice was soft, dramatic, full of false sweetness. “Always…”She trailed off mid-sentence, snoring softly a moment later. She laid there, passed out on the sofa with one leg hanging over the edge.I shot Warren a look—half skepticism, half exhaustion.He avoided my eyes, carefully draping a blanket over her body as if tucking in a child. Then he stood and gestured silently for me to follow him.We walked into the kitchen. As soon as the door closed behind us, he started.“I’m tired of this, Vienna,” he whispered harshly. “Tired of always being under your microscope. Of your constant suspicion.”I folded my arms. “You left me in the theater. Alone. For someone who didn’t need you. S
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Vienna’s POV"Since when are you so uptight, Warren?" Desiree said as she dipped into yet another exaggerated stretch, bending low enough to flash her cleavage straight through the mirror. "Must be her influence," she added, glancing at me upside-down from between her legs with a smirk.I scoffed, turning away from the show.The sheer absurdity of it all would’ve been laughable if it hadn’t been happening in my own home. With my husband. A performance of manipulation in leotards.I paced away through the long hallway, back to the kitchen.I heard Warren mutter something faint—"Desiree, you need to stop this..."—but I didn’t stay to hear more. I didn’t want another half-hearted defense made for my benefit. I was done having her in my house. Done with her petty games.I busied myself in the kitchen. I made a simple breakfast—toast, a soft-boiled egg, and fruit. I prepped a lunch box for Warren, packing in a fresh scone and a sandwich.As I was heading upstairs to change for work, I pas
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