All Chapters of CLAIM ME, STEP-BROTHER. : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Matteo’s POVI knew something was wrong the moment Sofia stopped answering my calls. And for an entire month, I’d been chasing ghosts.One month of dead ends, one month of unanswered messages.One month of waking up every morning convinced that I’d find her that day. And every single day ended with nothing.No Zara, no clue. No trace. No damn explanation. At first, I thought she was still angry.Then I thought she needed space but then I thought she’d eventually call or text. Or yell at me.Instead, she vanished completely. And now I was standing in Sofia’s apartment, staring at an empty guest room.The room Zara had stayed in, the room that now looked untouched like she’d never been there.My jaw tightened.And Sofia shifted awkwardly behind me.“Matteo—”“How long?”Her silence answered before her mouth did as I slowly turned around.“How long?”

Zara’s POV Nearly Two Months LaterThe first snowfall arrived on a Tuesday morning of December. I was carrying a tray of cappuccinos when I noticed it drifting past the coffee shop windows.Soft and beautiful and for a moment, I stopped walking.Just long enough to watch tiny white flakes dance through the air before landing on the cobblestone streets outside.The customers around continued talking and the espresso nearby machine hissed. Christmas music played softly through the speakers.I mean life continued. But for some reason, the sight of the snow made my chest ache. Maybe because Christmas was coming. Maybe because Christmas reminded people of family. And family was the last thing I wanted to think about.I quickly looked away and delivered the drinks to table four. Just then an old lady nearby smiled when our eyes met.“First snow.”I returned the smile.“Looks like it.

Zara’s POVChristmas arrived quietly, no dramatic snowfall, no family dinners. No mansion overflowing with decorations and guests.Apparently, Sofia had to be home with her Family for Christmas. She had only been around here for a few days before leaving for Christmas.So now, it's just me and my tiny apartment and a plastic Christmas tree that leans slightly to the left.Honestly? I loved it.The little tree sat in the corner of my living room, half decorated as I stood on a chair trying to place a star on top.The moment I let go, the entire thing wobbled dangerously.I froze, the tree froze. We stared at each other but then it tilted again.“Don’t you dare.”The tree ignored me and I sighed.“You are literally smaller than me. Stop being difficult.”My phone immediately erupted with laughter snapping me back to the realm of reality.It was Sofia. I had totall

Matteo’s POVThree weeks before the engagement party, the irony wasn’t lost on me.The entire country seemed excited about a future I wanted absolutely nothing to do with. Every newspaper carried some version of the story. Every business associate offered congratulations. Every family friend smiled like they were witnessing some great love story.But unfortunately, they weren't. They were witnessing a prison sentence. And I was losing my mind inside it.I hadn’t attended a single family dinner in nearly two weeks on purpose. I skipped gatherings. Ignored phone calls. Canceled meetings.And right now the board was furious. Even my father was worse. The only people brave enough to enter my office lately were Marco and Dante my assistant.Everyone else had learned the lesson over time. Leave Matteo Ferraro alone.The office door opened seconds later and Marco stepped inside carrying a stack of documents but I didn

Zara’s POV BABY FEVERThe first time I heard the heartbeat from the ultrasound machine, I cried.I cried right there in the tiny examination room while the doctor smiled and handed me tissues. Because until that moment, the pregnancy hadn’t felt entirely real.Sure, I had the nausea, the exhaustion, and the strange cravings. Even the morning sickness that seemed determined to prove its name was a lie by attacking me at every hour of the day.But hearing that tiny heartbeat? Everything changed.It wasn’t just a pregnancy anymore. It was a baby. My baby, a tiny life growing inside me. A tiny person. And somehow, that realization filled me with equal parts terror and joy.The doctor kept talking afterward. All about the measurements. Weeks. Development. Things I probably should have paid closer attention to.Instead, I sat there staring at the blurry ultrasound picture in my hand, unable to stop smiling.