I'm a total sister-con. My sister didn't want to get married in an arranged business merger. So, for the sake of her happiness, I gritted my teeth. I slept with her fiancé. I planned to get pregnant and then show up at his door to force the issue. But then I heard that the fiancé, Julian Blackwood, had already proposed canceling the engagement ages ago. My world collapsed. Terrified he'd find out I was secretly carrying his child, I fled the country overnight. Before I left, I couldn't swallow my anger. So I sent him a vicious text: [You were terrible in bed. I've never been with a man worse than you!] Three days later. I was video chatting with my sister, dutifully reporting my life abroad. Suddenly, a hand gripped my wrist. A man's warm breath brushed against my neck. He chuckled darkly. "Running away, Summer?" "Why don't you stay and teach me how to be better?" 1 Little sisters are born to serve their big sisters. My mission in life is to make my sister happy. She is my sky. My earth. The most important person in my universe! Since our parents died when I was ten, she fought off the wolves circling our inheritance. She raised me single-handedly. I knew then that I would dedicate my life to her. If she's happy, I'm happy. If she's sad, I'm devastated. Her worries are my worries. And recently, she's been worried about one thing. An arranged marriage. 2 We have a grandfather who never cared about us. Strict, stubborn, and old-fashioned. He had three sons. My dad was the middle child. The middle child is always ignored. To make it worse, Dad only had two daughters. Grandpa didn't just ignore us; he actively disliked us. His famous line was: "Can't even produce a son to carry the name. Useless even in death." Too bad his "grandsons" turned out to be total failures. In my generation, only my sister, Chloe, shone. She clawed her way to the top. She secured our share of the family business. When the family empire was on the brink of collapse, she was the one who saved it. But the old man was still stuck in his ways. Recently, he dug up some ancient marriage pact from god knows where. The parties involved: Chloe and Julian Blackwood. Julian Blackwood. Ruthless. Cruel. A tyrant in a suit. Rumor has it he once bullied someone into jumping off a building. And he's cold. No interest in women, or men for that matter. Another rumor says he once threw a pair of twins who tried to seduce him into a freezing river. When I heard this, I panicked. I rushed to find Chloe. She was home today. White shirt, midi skirt, grey cardigan, gold-rimmed glasses. Gentle and intellectual. She sat in the garden, frowning at her laptop. I tiptoed over. She saw me and signaled for quiet—she was in a meeting. I nodded obediently. My sister is so beautiful. I can't let her fall into the clutches of a monster! What do I do? How do I save her? My mind wandered, cooking up crazy schemes. Chloe brought me back to reality. She ruffled my hair. "Summer, why are you home? Did you skip class again?" Me: !! "No! Classes ended early!" I showed her my schedule. "See? Done for the day!" She nodded. "Good girl." Hehe. Praise from Chloe. I floated on cloud nine until I remembered why I was here. I put on my serious face. "Sis, I heard the old man wants you to marry Julian Blackwood!" She raised an eyebrow. "Who told you?" I showed her the text from my annoying cousin. [Summer, don't get cocky. Once your sister is married off, the family business is mine again.] Chloe took my phone. She read my vicious replies to him with amusement. She blocked and deleted him, then tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Summer is getting better at cursing." My ears burned. Crap, my "good girl" image is ruined. "No, I didn't mean it..." My voice faded. I quickly changed the subject. "Sis, is it true? Do you really have to marry him?" She patted my head. "Adult business. Don't worry about it." "I'm twenty! Not a kid!" I shook her arm. "Tell me!" Clearly, this was bothering her too. She rubbed her temples. "Maybe. I asked to cancel it, waiting for the Blackwoods to respond." "Our family was messy years ago. Right now... we can't afford to offend them." I was shocked. If he refuses, she has to marry him? She comforted me. "If it happens, it happens. Marriage won't change that I'm your sister." Damn it. She doesn't want to! No one forces my sister to do anything she doesn't want to! 3 I pulled down the hem of my little black dress. I hadn't worn something this short in ages. November nights are cold. I shivered in the hotel hallway, staring at the key card in my hand. It cost me a fortune. This was Julian Blackwood's room. There was a gala downstairs. When it ended, he'd come back here. Remembering the rumors, I was terrified. Would he throw me into the river too? Probably not, right? I'm his fiancée's sister. He has to give me some face. Maybe just kick me out. I swiped the card. Success or failure, I had to try. Chloe is more important than my fear. For the last two days, I kept asking her if she liked him. She finally sighed, "Summer, I don't like him. I have no choice." Seeing me sad, she took me to the beach to watch the sunset. The sun dipped into the sea like a salted egg yolk. She looked at me, not the sun. "Summer, you can marry who you love. No one will force you." Sob. My sister is the best. 4 Thinking of her gave me strength. I gritted my teeth and pressed the card to the lock. Beep— I pushed. Didn't open. Huh? I swiped again. Beep beep— Push. Still locked. I got angry. Swiped, pushed, swiped, pushed. On the nineteenth try, the card was snatched from my hand. A faint scent of vetiver drifted into my nose. A hand with distinct knuckles held my bootleg key card. He waved it in front of my face. "What are you doing at my door?" Caught in the act! AAAH! I buried my head like an ostrich. "No... nothing." "Really?" The man leaned down. The vetiver scent was stronger now. "I recall this being my room." "Summer, I've been waiting for you." Huh? Huh? Wait. That voice. Why is it so familiar? I looked up. Saw the face. Froze. "Why are YOU here?" Julian smiled. "Who were you expecting?" "My sister's fian..." My rusty brain gears finally turned. Why is HE my sister's fiancé?! He tucked my hair behind my ear. "You haven't told me why you're at my door." I blushed furiously. "Are you crazy? You gave me this idea! I'm actually mad now!" He took out his real key card and opened the door. Standing in the doorway, he ruffled my hair. "It's cold out here. Does the little angry bun want to come inside and be angry?"
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