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Spa date part 1
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2026-06-04 20:57:46
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My Ex-Fiancé’s Stepbrother Wants Me Bye bye Zoya
**Takara’s POV** Vito would not hinder my plans to get rid of Zoya. I reached up to the headboard and grabbed my phone. I dialed one of my father’s men. I needed my people’s help if I was going to eliminate her. “こんにちは、兄さん。ヴィトの人生に女性がいて、彼女が私の計画を妨げている。今日中にこの女性を連れて行ってもらうために、アメリカの連絡先に連絡してほしい。そうすれば、なぜここにいるのか説明を進めたい。” (Hello, brother. There’s a woman in Vito’s life, and she is hindering my plans. I need you to contact our people here in the US and have her taken care of today, so I can proceed with why I’m really here.) His reply came quickly, I was told to sit back and relax while I waited for news of her death. But sitting still had never been my style. With Vito hovering around her, killing Zoya would be painfully slow. I needed him gone. I dressed carefully for the part sharp black suit, heels that clicked on he floor, and a subtle spritz of my signature jasmine perfume, not too much but enough. I slipped out and drove to the spa, the location I’d discreetly memorized earlier whe
My Ex-Fiancé’s Stepbrother Wants Me Picture perfect family
Zoya's POV Vito pulled up smoothly to the curb of the spa and dropped us off. “Give me one hour to wrap everything up,” he said. “I’ll join you girls shortly.”“Uncle Vito, are you going to paint your nails?” Emilia asked, her voice bright with mischief.“If you want me to, then I will,” Vito replied, a warm smile crinkling the corners of his eyes.I noticed him lift his hand slightly toward her, as though he wanted to touch her, before he thought better of it and placed it back on the steering wheel. “Will we paint every finger a different color?” Emilia asked again, bouncing lightly on her toes.“Yes, Emilia, every finger a different color,” Vito answered, his smile deepening.“I’ll call you when I arrive,” he said. I nodded, my heart giving a small flutter.He was about to drive away when I leaned through the open window and kissed him softly. His lips were warm, and the light brush of his stubble tickled my skin. Emilia’s delighted giggles floated beside me like tiny bubbles.“S
My Ex-Fiancé’s Stepbrother Wants Me Spa date part 1
**Vito's POV**After Takara left, I returned to work. Two exquisite pieces of jewelry had caught my attention for the upcoming auction, and they’d consumed my focus ever since.The blood diamond ruby necklace and the pigeon blood ruby necklace.I wanted to win them for Zoya. She had been through so much shit these past few days, most of it because of me, and I needed to make it up to her.I finally shut my laptop around three in the morning, the soft click echoing in the quiet room, and headed to the bedroom. The bed was empty, the sheets still neatly made. At three in the morning… where could she be?I checked the bathroom first but it was dark and silent. She wasn’t there. I moved to the balcony.The night air was crisp and chilly. I found her curled up on the hanging basket swing I’d bought after overhearing her excitedly mention it to Vittoria during her last visit.“What are you doing out here in the cold?” I murmured, my voice low and rough with fatigue. I scooped her up effort
My Ex-Fiancé’s Stepbrother Wants Me That bitch
**Takara's POV**"Why don't we call a truce, Zoya?" I asked suddenly, my voice cutting through the quiet dinner table.Zoya lifted her head, her fork hovering just inches from her lips. "What are you talking about?" she asked, suspicion sharpening her tone.I fought the urge to roll my eyes and call her a dumb American girl. Instead, I kept my expression soft and kind. If I wanted to trap her, I would have to play the part convincingly, gentle, reasonable, changed."You know... a truce," I said with a warm smile. "So we can coexist peacefully in this house. Me as Vito's wife, and you as his girlfriend."Zoya glanced first at her daughter, the little girl staring back at her mother with wide, curious eyes. I knew she would accept. It was such a predictable American woman move, always putting the child first. Thinking it's a way to teach them good values."I don't need your truce," Zoya replied evenly. "You're the one who has a problem with me. I have nothing against you. So why don't
My Ex-Fiancé’s Stepbrother Wants Me I underestimated that American doll
**Takara's POV**I am not a woman who returns for sentiment. Love is a weakness I shed years ago in the smoke-filled rooms of my father's Yokohama compound where incense and gun oil mixed in the air, where daughters were bartered like fine blades and silence was the only currency that kept you safe.No. I came back to the Castellano estate for one reason only: power.The kind that could bend empires. The kind that would let me rise above the petty hierarchies of both the Italian mafia and the Yakuza, forging something new.Something mine. Vito Castellano was the key. Our legal marriage was the lock.The morning after my little heart-to-heart with the American mistress, I woke before dawn. I dressed carefully, a deep crimson blouse that hugged my figure like a second skin, paired with a tailored black skirt that whispered against my legs with every step. Power dressing, as the Westerners called it. In my world, appearance was the first weapon and I never went into battle unarmed.I h
My Ex-Fiancé’s Stepbrother Wants Me A little power play
Takara's POV I watched them from the shadows of the upstairs hallway, my fingers tracing the rim of a crystal wine glass. The master balcony glowed softly under the evening lights, and there they were, Vito and his little American doll, wrapped in each other like pathetic teenagers. Zoya’s head rested against his chest, her arms clinging to him as if he might vanish. How quaint. How utterly disposable.My name is Takara Castellano, though the world once knew me as Takara Nakamura before this sham of a marriage. And I do not lose what belongs to me.It had been four days since I arrived at the Castellano mansion, and already the air tasted sweeter with tension. Vito thought he could placate me with a guestroom and cold civility. He believed his wounds made him vulnerable, but they only made him predictable. Zoya, on the other hand… she was the true entertainment. I could see the cracks forming in her composure every time our eyes met across the dining table. The way her shoulders
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