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A Stranger in the crowd

Oyin K.Stories
last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 18.06.2026 22:39:16

The next few days were quiet.

Too quiet.

Vienna woke each morning, made coffee, and wrote. The manuscript was growing. She had passed sixty pages. The words came easier now, flowing from her fingers like water from a tap. She wrote about the auction in vivid detail. The mask. The collar. The way Ezra's voice had sounded in the dark, low and commanding and full of promise.

She wrote about Silas too. His illness. His anger. The slow, painful process of watching her brother die and then watching
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  • One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy    The Price of Loving You

    The letter from Elena changed everything.Vienna carried it with her everywhere. She folded it carefully and tucked it into her journal, between the pages where she wrote about her father. She read it every night before bed, tracing the words with her finger, trying to make sense of the what ifs that haunted her.What if her father had lived long enough to accept the job offer? What if he had walked back into Vance Industries with his head held high? What if he had seen Ezra's face and forgiven him? What if he had been there to walk her down the aisle, to hold his grandchildren, to grow old and gray and happy? She would never know. The what ifs were a poison, slow and steady, seeping into her bones. She tried to fight them. She wrote about them in her journal. She talked to Ezra about them. She sat with Silas and remembered their father together. But the questions would not stop. Ezra noticed. Of course he noticed. He noticed everything about her. "You are pulling away," he said o

  • One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy    Elena’s Offer

    The email arrived on a Wednesday afternoon. Vienna was in her writing room, finally making progress on her manuscript, when her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen. The sender was a name she had not seen in months. Elena Vance. Her blood ran cold. She opened the email. Her hands were shaking. Ms. Cross, I know you have no reason to trust me. I know I have done terrible things to you and your family. But I am asking you to hear me out. Just this once. I have information that could help you. Information about the board. Information about the cover-up. Information that was not included in the trial. If you want to know the truth, meet me at the café on 8th and Main. Tomorrow at 10 a.m. Come alone. Do not tell Ezra. I know you have every reason to say no. But I am asking you to say yes. Elena Vienna read the email three times. Her heart was pounding. Her hands were trembling. She should delete it. She should ignore it. She should never speak to Elena again. But something

  • One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy    Marked and Remembered

    The lawsuit was over. The board had been defeated. Elena was gone. Justice had been served for her father. Vienna should have felt free. She should have felt light. But instead, she felt restless. The kind of restless that made her skin itch and her mind race and her body crave something she could not name. She tried to write. She sat at her desk for hours, pen in hand, but the words would not come. She tried to read. She picked up book after book, but the stories blurred together. She tried to sleep. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, while Ezra slept beside her. Nothing worked. Ezra noticed. Of course he noticed. He noticed everything about her. "What is wrong?" he asked one evening, finding her on the balcony, staring out at the river. "Nothing." "Liar." She turned to look at him. "I do not know what is wrong. I just feel. Restless. Like something is missing." Ezra crossed the room and stood beside her. His hand found hers. "Maybe you need something," he said. "Like

  • One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy    The Board’s Ultimatum

    The letter arrived on a Monday morning. Vienna found it on the floor of the apartment, slipped under the door like the photographs had been. Her heart stopped when she saw the envelope. White. Plain. No return address. The same kind of envelope that had contained Elena's threats. She picked it up with trembling hands. Inside was a single sheet of paper. The letterhead was formal. Vance Industries Board of Directors. The message was cold and precise. Ms. Cross, It has come to our attention that you have been in a personal relationship with Ezra Vance, former CEO of Vance Industries, during his tenure at the company. While Mr. Vance has since resigned, the board has concerns about the nature of your relationship and its potential impact on the company's reputation. We are requesting that you attend a meeting with the board to discuss this matter. The meeting will be held on Thursday at 10 a.m. in the Vance Industries boardroom. Your presence is required. If you do not attend, we

  • One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy    Silas’s Confession

    The morning after the trial, Silas asked Vienna to walk with him. They went to the park near the river. The sun was bright. The air was cold. Silas moved slowly, his steps careful and deliberate. He was stronger than he had been in months, but he still tired easily. Vienna matched her pace to his. "Thank you for coming with me," he said. "Of course. I would do anything for you." He smiled. It was a thin smile, but it was real. "I know you would. That is why I need to talk to you." Vienna's heart tightened. "What is wrong?" "Nothing is wrong. I just need to tell you something. Something I should have told you a long time ago." They walked in silence for a while. The river sparkled beside them. The city hummed in the distance. "I have been thinking about Dad," Silas said finally. "About everything that happened. The trial. The verdict. The justice we finally got." "It is over now," Vienna said. "We can finally move on." Silas shook his head. "I do not think I can move on. Not

  • One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy    On My Knees in the Dark

    The night after the trial, Vienna could not sleep.She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, while Ezra slept beside her. His arm was heavy across her waist. His breath was warm against her neck. He looked peaceful in a way she had not seen in months.But her mind would not stop racing.The verdicts. The confessions. The justice that had finally been served. It was over. It was finally over. But she did not feel the relief she had expected. She felt empty. Hollow. Like she had been holding her breath for fifteen years and did not know how to exhale. She slipped out of bed and walked to the living room. The city was dark. The river was black. The moon was hidden behind clouds. Vienna stood by the window and watched the world sleep. She heard footsteps behind her. Ezra appeared in the doorway. His hair was messy. His eyes were sleepy. He was wearing nothing but gray sweatpants. "Could not sleep?" he asked. "No." "Me neither." He crossed the room and stood beside her. His ha

  • One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy    What Happens After 5 P.M.

    The week passed in a blur of calendars and coffee and careful avoidance.Vienna learned the rhythm of Vance Industries. Morning meetings. Afternoon deadlines. The way Ezra liked his reports printed on cream paper, not white. The way he took his calls standing up, pacing the length of his office. Th

  • One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy    Lies I Tell My Brother

    Vienna sat at her desk for the rest of the afternoon and pretended.She answered phones. She scheduled meetings. She updated the travel itinerary for Chicago. She smiled at colleagues who stopped by to introduce themselves. She drank a glass of water and ate a protein bar from the break room and di

  • One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy    The Forty Fifth Floor

    The elevator ride to the forty fifth floor felt like falling upward.Vienna watched the numbers climb on the digital display. Twenty. Twenty five. Thirty. Each floor took her further from the professional woman she was trying to be and closer to the hungry girl she had tried to leave behind in that

  • One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy    The First Day Of My Ruin

    Vienna did not sleep the night before her first day.She lay in her narrow bed, staring at the ceiling, while Silas breathed unevenly in the next room. The Chinese restaurant downstairs had closed at midnight, but the smell of oil and garlic still clung to the walls. Her phone sat on the pillow bes

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