My Ex-Fiancé’s Stepbrother Wants Me

**Zoya's POV** "So this is actually happening," Vittoria said while folding my favorite pair of black jeans a gift from my dad. "It is. I'm actually becoming a wife soon," I replied, unable to hide my excitement as my stomach fluttered. Vittoria picked up the red lingerie we had both chosen for my honeymoon with my husband-to-be. "You are going to look so fucking hot in this. Benito won't be able to take his eyes off you. That man is going to eat you alive when he sees you in this very sexy lingerie." She waved it from side to side like a flag. I snatched it from her and shoved it into my bag. "Don't wave my lingerie like that," I muttered, but I couldn't stop the warmth creeping across my face. "You tell me to stop, but you're blushing. Your cheeks are scarlet," she continued teasing. "Vittoria, stop," I warned, trying to sound stern but failing miserably. She finally shut up, but not for long. I could tell she was itching to ask or maybe tell me something, so I decided to ad

Zoya’s POVMr. Handsome pushed a stall door open and maneuvered us inside, our lips never parting from each other. I hungrily unbuttoned his shirt while he reached under my blouse and cupped one of my breasts through my bra.He finally broke the kiss but didn’t stop fondling my breast. He sucked dangerously at my neck I’m pretty sure there are hickeys now, but I don’t care.Mr. Handsome lifted me off the ground with ease and pressed my back against the stall wall while I wrapped my legs around his torso. He cupped my neck and kissed me again; this time it felt like he was trying to suck the life out of me, but I didn’t mind. I wanted him to do it.However, the moment he started fumbling with my blouse, I suddenly snapped out of it.
“Wait, hold on.” I tapped his hand.“What’s wrong, little rabbit?” he asked. He made no effort to put me back on my feet.“Can you put me down first, please?” I begged.He finally did. He steadied me on my feet, stepped back, and looked amused or at least

**Zoya's POV**With everything that had been happening with Benito, I had completely forgotten I was in my final semester of college. Exams were starting in just a few days, and graduation would follow soon after.I let out a heavy sigh and dragged myself out of bed. The cool morning air brushed against my bare skin as I stretched, my muscles still heavy with exhaustion. I quickly showered, letting the warm water cascade over me, washing away the remnants of sleep and the lingering ache in my chest. By the time I went downstairs, my three-year-old daughter Emilia was already sitting at the breakfast table, dressed and ready for daycare. Her little legs swung happily beneath the chair.“Honey, who gave you a bath?” I asked, glancing around our quiet apartment.Dad wasn’t home, so it was just the two of us. I didn’t remember bathing her or even waking up early enough to do so.“Aunty Vittoria did,” Emilia replied in her sweet, high-pitched voice. “She’s in the kitchen making break

**Zoya's POV**I drove away from Benito’s apartment with Emilia sat in the backseat. The silence between us was suffocating, thick and heavy, pressing down on my chest until every breath felt labored.Emilia soon broke the quiet, her small voice bubbling with excitement as she chattered about her day with her dad, the games they played, the laughter they shared on the way to his place. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. The sharp, metallic taste of blood filled my mouth where I had bitten the inside of my cheek too hard.Not only did Benito have a powerful family and endless money, but he also had my daughter’s love. The thought settled like lead in my stomach. *I am doomed.*By the time we reached home, Emilia had fallen fast asleep, her sticky ice-cream-coated fingers curled loosely around the seatbelt. The faint, sweet scent of vanilla and strawberry still clung to her skin.I parked the car in the garage, the engine’s low rumble fading into

**Vito’s POV**The private room smelled of expensive cigarettes and alcohol, the room was private enough that it blocked sound from coming and going out.I sat at the head of the long mahogany table, one ankle crossed over my knee, watching the door like a wolf who already knew the rabbit was late. Vittoria lounged in the chair to my right, her posture relaxed but I could tell she was also waiting for Benito to show up late. I insisted on bringing her here because she was skilled, more skilled than my dimwit of a brother.The knock we were both waiting for came, one sharp sound. The door swung open and Benito strode in, suit immaculate, hair gelled back, the faint scent of his expensive cologne cutting through the room’s heavier aromas. Five minutes late, not enough to call him out in front of an outsider, but enough for me to note it.“You’re late, Benito Castellano,” I said, voice even.“Five minutes,” he answered, dropping into the seat opposite me. “The partner isn’t even here