All Chapters of My Ex-Fiancé’s Stepbrother Wants Me: Chapter 91 - Chapter 97

Zoya's POVFor what it's worth, Emilia's birthday party was coming up. That was something I could use to distract myself with.Takara had opted to help. I didn't know what had happened, but ever since the accident, she had been trying so hard to get close to me. I had tried just as hard to avoid her, but how could you avoid someone you lived under the same roof with?She had even gone as far as getting close to Emilia. Something about it didn't seem genuine to me, but I couldn't stop my daughter from hanging out with her because Takara hadn't done anything wrong. Not yet, anyway."What are you thinking about?"Vito's voice pulled me out of my train of thought, his warm breath fanning against my ear."Nothing," I muttered, staring at him.Vito cupped my cheeks, and before I knew it, he was kissing me.His hand settled at the base of my neck while his tongue moved against mine.Just when things were getting intense, he pulled away and simply hugged me.That was how it had been for the p

The words left my mouth softer than I intended, almost like a promise to myself as much as to her. Emilia’s small hand tightened around mine, and she tugged me toward the back door with the kind of eager force only a child on the brink of something wonderful could manage. Vittoria followed, still muttering under her breath about snakes in expensive heels, but the moment we stepped back into the afternoon light the tension began to loosen its grip.Outside, the garden had transformed even further in the short time we’d been gone. The bodyguards had finally wrestled the tall billboard of Emilia’s smiling face into place near the entrance path. Her painted eyes sparkled under the sun, cheeks round and bright, the way they looked when she was truly happy. Strings of soft fairy lights had been woven through the trees, waiting for dusk. Tables covered in white linen stood ready, each one holding low arrangements of pale pink peonies and baby’s breath. The mountain of pastel balloons Vit

Takara's POV I kept staring at my watch, checking if the time I had arranged to carry out my plan, but time stretched on forever.I’d spent months trying to win Zoya over by faking a relationship with her dumb brat. No matter what I did, that stupid girl refused to trust me.I’d had to endure so much, listening to her daughter’s endless, mindless stories, sitting through boring movies and now I was stuck at this stupid party with a smile glued to my face, as if I cared about a single thing happening here.My phone dinged. I set the champagne glass down, read the message, and muttered, “Finally.” I placed the phone aside, picked up the glass again, and smiled.Zoya and Vito stood hugging each other, watching the brat play with the other children. The garden air hung thick with the scent of sugar, frosting, and expensive perfume. Soft music drifted from the speakers, mixing with the high-pitched laughter of kids.I watched Zoya check her phone, slip free of Vito’s arms, and walk away.