After A Coma, My Twin Sister Returns For Revenge

Taste Of Sunshine And Coffee

Zoella POV

He stopped me just as I was about to leave, and what really threw me for a loop was the news about Dad. I wouldn't be surprised if Chloe had already caught wind of it. I care about him deeply even though he was a tough man and hated me, and it felt so good to finally see his face again after all this time. Zavion parked in the garage, and we made our way into the mansion.

"Why did you bring her with you?" I heard Izzy ask, her tone a bit sharp.

"Relax, she's already in the loop, and we just need Dad to explain how he has her father," he replied, gesturing toward me.

"Can I see him now?" I inquired, my heart racing.

"Not yet... We still need Dad to tell us how he saved your father," he said, a hint of urgency in his voice.

"Is that really necessary?" I asked, tying my hair back into a ponytail.

"I have questions for him."

"He's still unconscious, Zoe; I need to speak with Father first," he said before disappearing from view. I knew I wasn't supposed to enter that room without permission, but it had been ages since I last saw my father. Taking a deep breath, I settled down beside him. He was on the mend, I could tell; his skin was pale, but his heart rate and temperature seemed stable. I had never been in a coma, but I imagined it felt like being trapped in a never-ending loop. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and I jumped to my feet. "I told you not to come in here, Zoe," Zavion said in a calm voice.

"I'm so—" I started to apologize, but he cut me off.

"It's fine, she can stay... He is her father after all," his dad interjected. I was taken aback by the authority in his voice, but I felt a wave of relief wash over me at his words.

"I'm sorry for barging in," I quickly said. "But how did you save my father? We all thought he was gone for good."

"Have a seat," he said with a heavy sigh. "Max and I have been inseparable since our college days. The night I saved him was supposed to be a simple business meeting."

"What kind of business? Drugs?" I shot back without thinking.

"Not drugs... It was real estate. He was supposed to meet a client for me right after your birthday dinner, but when the client called to say he hadn't seen Max, I started to panic. I tried calling him, but he didn't answer, so I tracked his location."

"What happened next?" Zavion interjected, clearly invested in the story.

"When I arrived, I found him bleeding, and your mother was nowhere to be found. I rushed to help him; he was unconscious. I took him home and got him the treatment he needed. He's been in a coma for three years now."

"So, Chloe wasn't the only one in a coma; Dad was too."

"He's making progress, Zoe. He's recovering, so you don't need to worry about him."

"I just have so many questions for him."

"I want you to know that Max cared for you deeply."

"He didn't... If he really did, he wouldn't have hurt me every single day. My life felt like a nightmare. He loved Chloe more."

"No, he loved you both, equally."

"I can't accept that." I stood up abruptly and dashed outside, with Zavion right on my heels.

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"I can't pretend to know what you've experienced, but I'm right here for you now," he said, wrapping his arms around me. I inhaled deeply, feeling a wave of warmth wash over me, and managed a smile.

"Thanks," I replied softly. He leaned closer, his hands enveloping my face with a comforting warmth, and then he kissed me. It was an incredible kiss, one that felt like it could rival any romantic movie scene. He kissed me as if I were the finest wine, savoring every moment and igniting every nerve in my body. I felt like I was melting into him, completely lost in the sensation, and I could have easily kissed him forever if he hadn't pulled away. In that moment, I knew I was ready to give myself to him, not just for tonight but for all the nights to come. I felt safe in his presence.

As much as I wanted to slip out of his bed and retreat to my own space, his voice stopped me. "Don't move," he said with calm authority before kissing me again, making me dizzy with desire. "I want you here," he added, and I felt a flutter of uncertainty.

"I'm not sure if I want to stay... Maybe yes, maybe no," I replied, my mind racing. He explained why he wanted me there, beneath the worn quilt, and I couldn't help but close my eyes for a moment, picturing that enticing scene. "I'll think about it," I said as he slid off the bed, but this time, I felt no fear about being there. I craved him. He dimmed the lights and lit candles, and my impatience grew; I wanted him on that bed right then. I watched him intently, my gaze tracing the contours of his face—his strong jaw, high cheekbones, and those captivating eyes. I wasn't trying to be flirty; I didn't need to be. The intensity of my gaze alone held a power that spoke volumes.

He was well aware of the complexities of intimacy and how it could completely scramble your thoughts. It wasn't until everything had settled that you truly understood the essence of the experience. I pressed my hands against his chest, not to create distance but to absorb his very being through my touch. My palms glided over his chest until they rested just above his heart, and in that moment, I felt the rapid, powerful rhythm of his heartbeat, and it felt like it was mine.

The kiss we shared only solidified what we both already sensed. He tasted like a flavor reminiscent of warm sunshine and rich coffee. It was a tender moment, our lips meeting softly, eyes shut, fingers intertwined, embodying both a promise and a sense of completion, more like returning home than mere exploration.

I was left trembling when the kiss broke, leaning my forehead against his chest, wishing for the world to pause, yet secretly hoping it would never stop spinning. He wasn't the type to indulge in romance, that was never his style. "Zoella," he said, breaking the silence. I pulled back a bit, concern washing over me.

"What's the matter? Do you need—"

"You," he interrupted. "I need you."

"Could you repeat that?" My eyes brimmed with tears, wanting to ensure I heard him correctly.

"I love you, Zoella Calabatti. I've loved you since the very first moment I laid eyes on you."

"You mean the first time I visited your place?" I asked, smiling through my joyful tears.

"What a ridiculous age to fall in love."

"When you mentioned how chocolate helps with your pain, I realized you had captured my heart forever."

"You really know how to sweet talk," I beamed with happiness. "So, what about you, miss?" he inquired. "Do you have anything to share?"

"Me?" I replied, a bit surprised. "Not a thing."

"You totally love me," he said, grinning from ear to ear. "I've seen it; you might as well admit it."

"I don't."

"You do."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Okay, I love you," I confessed at last, taking his hand in mine and leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his fingers. "I adore everything about you—your body, your heart, your soul, your mind, and your bravery."

"I've spent years without you," he said earnestly. "I refuse to waste even a second more."

And that was the moment the man I cherished leaned in and kissed me, marking the start of our beautiful journey together.