All Chapters of My Ex-Fiancé’s Stepbrother Wants Me: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Zoya’s POVVito’s driver dropped me off at Jenneva Hospital the very hospital his father had built after his mother passed away. The building loomed ahead, all cold glass and steel, sterile and imposing under the pale afternoon light.The driver escorted me inside, I didn’t have to stop at the front desk or ask for directions; he led me straight to the ER waiting area and gestured toward a row of hard, plastic benches.“Do you need me to call Vittoria?” he asked.I quickly shook my head. I was still angry at her for keeping Vito Castellano’s identity a secret from me, the betrayal still lingered heavily on my chest, bitter and sharp.After I rejected his offer, the driver gave a small nod and left, his footsteps fading down the corridor. The steady hum of machines and distant murmurs of voices filled the air but I drown them out. I stayed there for hours, pacing back and forth until dizziness crept in, my heels clicking restlessly against the floor.I trusted Vito’s doctors, I trus

**Zoya's POV**Vito’s hand rested possessively on the small of my back as we walked back into the hospital. The warmth of his palm seeped through the thin fabric of my shirt, sending unwelcome sparks dancing across my skin. I hated how my body reacted to him, so traitorously while my mind screamed to pull away. My heart hammered against my ribs, a chaotic rhythm of worry for my dad and something far more dangerous: the man beside me.We stopped in front of the same double glass doors. Vito leaned forward slightly, his broad chest brushing my shoulder, and nodded to the nurse stationed nearby. Without a word, she pressed a button. The doors hissed open just enough for a clearer view inside.“There,” Vito murmured, his voice low and rough against my ear. “Better?”I pressed closer to the glass, my breath fogging the cool surface. My dad lay motionless in the bed, surrounded by beeping monitors and IV lines. Tubes snaked across his chest, and his face looked pale, almost fragile u

**Zoya's POV**After Vito dropped me off, he told me to get ready. As soon as my dad woke up, I would be moving into his place. He’d already arranged for a private nurse to care for my father and a nanny for Emilia.“Are we going to see Grandpa?” Emilia asked from the backseat, her small voice bright with anticipation.“Yes, we are,” I replied, offering her a reassuring smile in the rearview mirror.“Okay… Can Daddy come with us?” She blinked up at me with those wide, innocent eyes that always tugged at my heart.I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. *Why does she keep asking about Benito? What has he been telling her?* Ever since she came back from spending time with him, she’d been gently pushing me toward her father.I’ll have to have a word with Benito. Using our daughter to get to me is a hard no.“Your daddy is probably busy, sweetheart. We shouldn’t disturb him,” I said softly.I pulled into the hospital parking lot, the tires crunching over loose gravel. After turn

Zoya’s POVTwo weeks had passed, dad’s doctor said he could be discharged.Today was his last day in the hospital, we had finalized everything and signed every paper. The antiseptic smell of the ward that had become so familiar over these past weeks clung to my clothes like a second skin, and I found myself already dreading how much I would miss the steady beep of his heart monitor the sound that had reassured me every single night that he was still here.“This wheelchair was a gift from Vito?” Vittoria asked from the corner, running her fingers along the sleek chrome handles.I had called her and we talked, she apologized, and I did too for overreacting. She promised never to keep anything from me again, no matter what, and honestly, our relationship had grown stronger than it ever was before.“Yes,” I replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.Vito had been such a blessing and a gentleman. He had kept his promise to me, he hired a nurse for dad and a nanny for Emi

Vito’s POVZoya stirred beside me, her warm body brushing against mine as her eyes fluttered open. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across her face.She stretched languidly, and I heard the faint pop of her joints, her body going rigid for a moment. Her face twisted in discomfort, a small crease forming between her brows as pain flashed across her features.She sat up slowly, ignoring my presence in the room, a silent whimper escaping her lips. Her voice was still husky from sleep and last night’s cries.“Where is your bathroom?” Her raspy voice broke the quiet between us, rough like sandpaper on wood.“Over there,” I said, nodding toward the door.Without sparing me another glance, she slid out of bed, her movements sloppy and wobbly. Her bare feet padded softly across the cool marble floor as she made her way to the bathroom. A few seconds later, I heard the shower turn on, the steady rush of water echoing through the walls.I was sorely temp