After A Coma, My Twin Sister Returns For Revenge

Zee And Z

Zavion pov

I noticed a motorcycle zoom past me, and it caught my attention because it was a woman riding it. I couldn't help but wonder if Ethan was the one delivering pizza again. Once I stepped inside the house, I found my brother munching on a slice. I shot him a disapproving look and said, "How many times has Dad told you to stay away from junk food? You're going to end up gaining weight."

He casually took a bite of the last piece on the table and shot back, "And how many times has Dad told you to stop getting into fights? We're not struggling here, brother; we have money. You should really think about that. I'm about to inherit Dad's company, while you seem set on being a fighter. Seriously, Zavion, you have so much potential—why waste it on brawling?"

I turned to Ethan, feeling curious. "Did Dad put you up to this again? Is he trying to persuade you to get me to take over as CEO?"

He nodded, "Yeah, he did... but this time he's serious. Zavion, you really need to stop fighting. Just look at those bruises; what do you think the girls will say when they see you, Mr. Handsome? Speaking of which, did you catch a glimpse of that girl who just left?"

"No, I just saw her motorcycle leave the mansion. Why are you bringing up a delivery woman?" I asked, a bit confused.

Ethan rolled his eyes and said, "She's not just any delivery woman. Her name's Zoella, and she's seriously attractive. I mean, she's got this adorable face and flawless skin."

I couldn't help but smirk. "Wow, when did my little brother start noticing girls?"

He shot back, "I'm not gay, Zavion. I just haven't found anyone who caught my eye...until now."

I raised an eyebrow, grinning in a way that felt a bit off. "Oh really, Ethan?"

He looked at me, curious. "What?"

"Nothing. I just plan to head to my room and turn off all the lights when you go to yours," I said, glancing around the house, feeling something was off. "Where's Izzy?"

He stood up and replied, "She mentioned she has a project due early tomorrow." I waited for him to elaborate. "So, she's staying at her hostel to keep up with everything happening here," he added, taking his plate to the kitchen.

"Make sure you give her a call. I won't be around tomorrow; I've got a packed schedule."

He cut me off before I could even wrap up my thoughts. "Schedule. Sure, I'll give her a call, but seriously think about keeping the office."

I rolled my eyes and muttered, "That's nonsense," as I dashed up the stairs. Once I reached my room, I peeled off the bandage from my hand, wincing at the pain. I had another fight lined up for tomorrow, and with Dad away for the next two weeks, I was on my own. I had a hunch that Izzy was fibbing about the whole project situation, but she was old enough to handle her own stuff.

I pulled out the family photo album and found the picture of me with my childhood best friend. I was thirteen, and she was nine—an adorable little thing. It was a shame I hadn't seen her or her family in ages; I really wished I could catch up with her one last time. I could still hear Mom's playful teasing about us, saying I'd end up marrying her, and we'd both be grinning from ear to ear.

Zee was the name I affectionately assigned to her, as she never revealed her true name to me; thus, I chose Zee to create a connection, given that my name also began with the letter Z. The absence of her presence weighed heavily on my heart, and I found myself longing for her companionship. Every time I came across chocolate, I was reminded of her fondness for it, which only deepened my sense of loss.