After A Coma, My Twin Sister Returns For Revenge

That Had To Be Zavion

Zoella's POV

I grabbed my bag and made my way to the doctor's office first. I needed to check in about Chloe's condition before heading to work. The doctor had mentioned that she was responding well to treatment, which lifted my spirits. I was just eager for Chloe to wake up. Before I left the hospital, I had entrusted her care to Eva, so now it was time to face Frankie.

Once I arrived at the pizza house, I slipped into my delivery uniform and turned to Frankie. "Who am I delivering this to?" I asked, curious.

She met my gaze and replied, "The Gutierrez family. They're among the wealthiest in the city."

I raised an eyebrow, puzzled. "And why would they order pizza if they're loaded?" I shot Frankie a confused look, trying to wrap my head around it.

"I'm not really interested in the details, but apparently, this order is coming from the second son named Ethan. I've heard he's quite the looker and is set to take over his dad's business pretty soon."

As I slid the pizza into the motorcycle, I couldn't help but wonder, "If he's the second son and stepping into the family business, what's going on with the first son? I'm pretty sure he's a boy." I climbed onto the bike, ready to roll.

Frankie passed me my helmet and chimed in, "I've heard the first son is really into fighting and has racked up quite a few wins in tournaments."

"Why would he choose that path? I mean, you'd think someone from a wealthy family would prefer the corporate life," I replied.

"Not everyone in the rich crowd is cut from the same cloth. As for Zavion, he's just following what he loves," she explained.

I raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit lost. "Wait, who's Zavion?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"He's the eldest son of Mr. Gutierrez, and he's known to be quite the player..." My mind was somewhere else and then I felt a light tap on me. "Zoella, are you even paying attention to what I'm saying?" she pressed on. "If you happen to run into him at that house... steer clear of him. He's really intimidating."

I chuckled a bit. "You haven't even met him yet. You're just going off what you've heard."

"Just be cautious and make sure to come back early. You've got that night shift to handle."

"I know..." I sighed. "Can I head out with the delivery now?" I asked, feeling a bit rushed.

"Sure, go ahead." She smiled and waved as I took off on the bike.

When I arrived at the Gutierrez gate, I found myself staring at it for a while. It felt like stepping straight into a storybook. The mansion was the most astonishing part of it all. It loomed large and majestic, showcasing a stunning mix of classic European design, featuring towering arched windows, graceful stone walls draped in ivy, and turrets that seemed to touch the clouds. As I cruised my motorcycle through the grand wrought-iron gate, my jaw dropped in awe. At the end of the driveway, a magnificent marble fountain caught my eye, showcasing a breathtaking sculpture of figures caught in a dance, forever frozen in time. Water trickled softly from their outstretched hands into a sparkling pool below, the gentle sound creating a serene atmosphere in the stillness.

The sprawling gardens that enveloped the mansion were a sight to behold, meticulously designed with meandering paths that wove through vibrant rose gardens bursting with colors. Deeper into the grounds, towering hedges hid secret groves and cozy alcoves, perfect for escaping into a world of tranquility. Statues of fantastical creatures peeked out from behind the blooming flower beds, their stone visages softened by the lush greenery that embraced them, adding an enchanting touch to the already magical setting.

I pulled over on my motorcycle and hopped off, taking off my helmet and setting it aside. I grabbed the order and made my way to the front door. Just as I was about to press the doorbell, it swung open unexpectedly. "Hey there, I've got your delivery!" I called out as I peeked inside. I slowly stepped into the living room and tried to get someone's attention a few times, but it was eerily quiet.

As I stepped further in, I was greeted by a stunning foyer that opened up with a domed ceiling, beautifully painted with cherubs and constellations, giving the impression that heaven was watching over the home. A magnificent crystal chandelier hung above, casting a warm, golden glow that filled the space. The floors were covered in rich, red carpets that led to elegant marble staircases, their gilded railings spiraling up into what seemed like endless hallways and secret rooms waiting to be discovered.

The walls were a feast for the eyes, adorned with exquisite artwork, intricate tapestries, and antique mirrors that reflected the inviting warmth of the room, enhancing its grandeur. The furniture was plush and luxurious, with deep armchairs and sofas upholstered in silks and velvets, all featuring detailed carvings in dark wood. Tall windows stretched from floor to ceiling, draped in sumptuous curtains, offering a view of sprawling gardens outside and allowing soft rays of sunlight to filter in, bathing the rooms in a gentle, inviting light.n

This house seems oddly familiar... have I been here before? What is this strange sensation? I dropped the pizza on the table. Suddenly, flashes of memories surged through my mind, and I began to see indistinct faces while hearing someone calling out to me. Everything felt hazy... nothing made sense... my head throbbed as if someone had struck me hard.

"Hey, are you alright?" The figure before me was becoming less distinct. "Open your eyes..." I heard that soft voice again.

Then I felt something damp against me, or perhaps someone was wet. I quickly opened my eyes. It was a man, and instinctively, I pushed him away and scrambled to my feet. He wasn't dressed.

"Hey, are you okay?" he repeated, concern etched on his face. I looked at him again, and this time I noticed how handsome he was.

"You must be Ethan," I said with a shy smile. "I'm really sorry for what just happened. I should probably be going."

"Are you sure? You don't look well at all. At least sit down for a moment," he urged, pouring water into a glass and offering it to me. I accepted it and gulped it down.

"Thank you," I said, standing up and preparing to leave.

"Won't you take your money before you go?" he inquired.

He was still without a shirt, and I couldn't help but feel a bit awkward. "Yeah, I was about to. Just need to make a quick phone call," I replied, trying my best to avoid glancing at his bare chest.

"Alright, just let me know when you're finished. I'm going to grab a shirt," he said, heading up the stairs.

I dialed the number and finally turned to face him when I heard his voice. To my surprise, he was already dressed. "So, are you the only one home? Not that it's really my business." I said with a scoff, trying to play it cool.

His striking green eyes locked onto mine, and I found myself captivated by his beauty. "Hey, are you still with me?" he said, snapping his fingers to get my attention.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm on my way out now," I replied, taking the cash he offered. I ran my fingers through my hair to smooth it out. "Oh, by the way, I'm Zoella. Thanks for the water and the tip; I really needed it."

"You are welcome. Zoella."

I stepped outside and hopped onto my bike, putting my helmet on. Then I caught a glimpse of another motorcycle zooming past. That had to be Zavion; I couldn't see his face, but his masculine silhouette was unmistakable.