All Chapters of My Ex-Fiancé’s Stepbrother Wants Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

97 Chapters

It was all a lie

**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

My mysterious savior

Zoya's POV Feeling dead inside, I wandered the streets feeling numb, the only thing I could feel was the ache in my heart and the lump in my throat. I stood in front of a mafia heavy neighborhood, gang members sitting on benches smoking everything smokeable, some doing coc while others were playing with their guns like it's a stick. I remember the time Benito brought me here, this is were he introduced me to Vera, I chuckled and Vittoria. He was kind, very gentle and patient with me and that's how he won my heart and made me embrace the mafia world. I was willing to dive into danger with him but now looking back at everything and what happened today, everything feels like a vicious joke. I decided to walk into the bar Benito had warned me never to step foot in and decided to get wasted. He has claim that this place was dangerous and I shouldn't come alone but right now I don't care all I want to do is disobey him. I sat on the bench in front of the bartender and waited for

Some revenge are best served in black

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

Small town street thug?

Vito Castellano’s POV“This is everything there is to know about the girl from the bar you were talking about, boss.” Dante dropped a brown folder on my desk.Dante is one of the few men who work for me. Among all of them, he’s the one person I can rely on.I can’t say I trust him there’s no one in this world I trust.I picked up the folder and opened it.Zoya Hamilton, twenty two years old, college student graduating soon.Nothing about her looked particularly interesting.I was about to drop the file when my stepbrother’s name caught my eye.Benito Castellano, well , I’ll be damned.She was the woman he’d been talking about the one who called off their wedding and humiliated him in front of all their guests.I guess that’s why I saw her there that day. Things are about to get interesting.There was a picture of a little girl in the folder. Benito’s and Zoya’s daughter.It seemed my little rabbit didn’t know I was Benito’s stepbrother.An idea crossed my mind.I left my study, went t

going back to school

**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

a little I can get

**Zoya's POV**The lecture droned on endlessly, the professor’s voice blurring into meaningless static. The words melted together like distant radio noise, impossible to follow.Vittoria’s warm arm draped around my shoulders was the only anchor keeping me grounded in the room. Her steady presence, the faint scent of her vanilla perfume, and the gentle pressure of her touch kept my spiraling thoughts from pulling me under.Every so often, I could feel Benito’s eyes burning into me from across the lecture hall. Or maybe I was imagining it. Whenever I dared to look up, Vera was always there, leaning close, whispering something in his ear, her high-pitched giggles slicing through the air like a high school girl’s. The sound grated against my nerves.A sharp knot twisted deep in my gut, heavy and acidic. How could he sit there so casually, acting as if all our years together, the love, the promises, the life we built, meant absolutely nothing to him?When the class finally ended, the ro

Stranger

**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

Business meeting

**Benito’s POV**I watched Zoya storm out, the soft sound of her shoes echoing down the hallway like the final beat of a dying drum. But I knew she’d come crawling back, she has no choice.I had already set everything in motion. With nowhere else to turn, she would have no choice but to let me stay in Emilia’s life. And once that door cracked open, I’d wedge it wide and drag her back where she belonged.Stubborn as she was, I knew she’d go job hunting tomorrow. What she didn’t know was that my influence had already poisoned every well. No one would touch her résumé. She was trapped with me, forever.Today in class I’d caught the way she stared at me when she thought I wasn’t looking: that hungry, furious flicker behind the ice. She’d played the tough girl on our wedding day, but her eyes still burned for me. I could feel it.If only I could pry Vittoria away from her. That woman was feeding Zoya’s fire, but I couldn’t touch her. She answered to my brother, not me. Her loyalty bel

business deal

**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

Stalker

**Vito Castellano's POV**Three weeks had passed since the transaction with Rossi, and my men had kept a watchful eye on Zoya the entire time.They reported that she’d been applying to countless jobs, but no one would hire her. I knew exactly whose doing this was, my brother’s stupid, dirty little scheme. This was his pathetic way of trapping her, of making sure she couldn’t slip away from him.I had no intention of helping either of them. In fact, the more Benito pushed her away and made her life hell, the better it worked in my favor. The harder he squeezed, the easier it would be for me to get exactly what I wanted from her.Today was their graduation day. Benito had asked me to show up and play the role of the supportive older brother so he could score a few cheap points with her. But I had my own plans.I was leaning against my sleek black motorcycle in the parking lot, the afternoon sun warming the leather of my jacket. The low rumble of engines and distant chatter of excited

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