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One Night With The Wrong Brother

Author: Tangye Wanzi

Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 1033 | Released on: 22/01/2026

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that felt like a hammer inside her skull. Her vision was swimming, the edges of the room blurring into dark, indistinct

ns was too bright. It burned. But not as much as the sudd

o. The skin of his back was tanned, smooth, and familiar. Or so she desperately wanted to believe. Her brain, desper

ound immediately. The silence in the room stretched, heavy and

ast night..." she murmured, lost in a haze of manu

tur

face was blurry, but the silhouette was so familiar. Her mind i

fog parted

herine's lungs in a

sn't

th she had fallen in love with over the summer. There was no kindne

us Ri

younger

he warm body she had stumbled into in the dark-crashed into the reality of the morning. She had whispered

ing on the single syllable. "I t

look like a man who had just spent the night with a woman. H

th sleep but sharp with mockery. He walked towa

k against the headbo

w falling over her, blocking out the sun. "You mean you felt the alcohol?

stomach churned, bile rising in her throat. "No.

e her flinch. He leaned down, placing a hand on the

t. "You were drunk enough to be loose, but

es, hot and humiliat

ng scent of whiskey and the expensive soap he used. "You didn't want m

iscous, flooded her veins. She wanted to die. She

he hallway outside. H

e you in

r's v

est, tightening around her lungs until she couldn'

lert tension. He looked at the door, then back at her. For a second, just a spli

rm. His grip was

p," he

lothe

eet around her naked body. Gus didn't wait. He dragged her across the plush c

clicked and swung open, revealing a

s closer now. The doorkn

ne tripped, her bare shoulder scraping ag

shut behind them. The click of the lo

faint green emergency exit sign down the hall. The space was tight.

hispered, her voice shaking

ther side of her head, caging her in. He leaned in, his forehe

ous hiss. "If you breathe a word of this to any

l seeped into her skin, contrasting viole

ing this?" she

already on a plane to London. You missed your chance. And you ar

Chapter End

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One Night With The Wrong Brother

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“I thought I was waking up in the arms of Arthur, the man I loved. But as the morning light hit the Hamptons estate, the man buttoning his cuffs by the window turned around with eyes like chips of ice. It was Augustus Riddle, Arthur's cruel younger brother, and I had just spent the night whispering confessions of love into the wrong man's ear. The night I thought was a beautiful beginning turned into a devastating nightmare. Instead of comfort, Gus treated me like a stain on his expensive carpet, scribbling a check for "services rendered" before shoving me into a dark service corridor to hide my existence from his brother. "How much does it cost to buy your silence?" He sneered, before leaving me barefoot in a torrential downpour while he drove away in a luxury Cadillac. Four years later, I am a struggling actress in Los Angeles, working double shifts as a barista just to keep the lights on. My life was finally stable until my roommate dragged me to a high-end dinner to meet her new "influential" boyfriend. The man sitting at the table, looking more arrogant and lethal than ever, was Augustus. He spent the entire night humiliating me, calling me a pathetic amateur and a social climber in front of my only friends. When I fled into the rain and collapsed on the sidewalk, skinning my knee until I bled, he watched from his car. He saw me clutching a plastic baggie containing the taped-together pieces of that four-year-old check-the only proof of my shame. He looked at me like roadkill, rolled up his window, and drove off into the dark. I couldn't understand why he was doing this. Why did he hate me enough to crush me, yet remember that I couldn't handle the smell of cigarette smoke? Why did he leave me bleeding in the street, only to send expensive medical supplies and coffee to my door the very next morning? "I'm moving out." I told my roommates, realizing that Gus Riddle didn't just want to destroy me; he wanted to haunt me. I grabbed my suitcase and walked out with eighty dollars to my name, finally ready to disappear into the city before he could burn the rest of my life to the ground.”