The fake heiress and I became sugar babies for two billionaire brothers in New York's elite circle. Even while sneaking out for a quick iced coffee, we couldn't stop complaining about how our sugar daddies seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of energy every single night. Then, the younger brother’s "first love" was rumored to be returning from abroad. The fake heiress: "Are you going to run?" Me: "I'm down for whatever. It's up to you." The fake heiress: "Do you run first, or do I run first?" Me: "Let's just run together." As it turned out, because we were way too obvious, we were caught red-handed right in the middle of our grand escape. The New York billionaire sneered in pure, cold fury: "He has a 'first love' coming back, I don't. What exactly are you running from?" 1 When my family’s business empire went bankrupt, the fake heiress, Sienna, and I were essentially handed over to the powerful Sterling brothers to settle the debt. I was given to the older brother, Roman Sterling. Sienna was given to the younger one, Brooks Sterling. Life at the Sterling estate was actually pretty comfortable. The two brothers treated us with an almost eerie level of consistency. They never skimped on our monthly allowance, but they never gave us a second glance during the day either. Sienna and I were more than happy with that arrangement. Whenever we managed to sneak out for an iced coffee, we’d spend the entire time venting about our sugar daddies' endless stamina in the bedroom every night. But lately, Sienna had been totally distracted during our gossip sessions. I poked her arm. "What's the matter? Did Brooks keep you up all night again?" She snapped back to reality and let out a heavy sigh. "Brooks’s 'first love' is coming back from London." I let out an "Oh." I couldn't really relate to that specific brand of drama. Because on this point, the brothers were polar opposites. Roman had always cultivated a strict, stoic, almost ascetic image. I heard that before I arrived, he hadn't let a single woman get within ten feet of him. Brooks was the same way. Except, rumor had it he’d been pining for his "first love" for years. Sienna continued to sigh. "I think it’s time for me to leave before I have to deal with her." I took a long sip of my latte. "Where are you going? I'm coming with you." Sienna seemed to suddenly steel her resolve. "I'm making a run for it. Are you in or out?" I didn't blink. "If you run, I run." Honestly, Roman treated me pretty well. But it’s a big world, and sisters come before misters. Who cares if he’s nice? Sienna’s face filled with relief. "Okay, then. Do you run first, or do I run first?" I thought about it. "Let's just run together." Even though Roman didn't have a lingering ex, who knew when a strategic corporate marriage would pop up? I needed to be proactive. This was the perfect chance to disappear together. Sienna finalized the deal instantly. "Perfect! We run together!" Then, she started delegating tasks: "I'll handle buying the tickets and gathering the supplies. You're in charge of the actual escape plan." She paused, narrowing her eyes at me. "And if you try to wing it without a real plan like last time, you’re staying behind!" She clenched her fist, the threat painfully clear. I nodded frantically. "Don't worry, don't worry! I'll do it tonight when we get back. I'll have a full PowerPoint and a written itinerary ready!" Since this wasn't just a normal vacation, I really had to put some effort into it. Hearing my promise, Sienna nodded in satisfaction. 2 When we got home that night, we both tacitly rejected our sugar daddies' "invitations" for the evening. She claimed a stomach ache; I claimed a dizzy spell. The moment the two men left our rooms, I bolted out of bed, fired up my laptop, and started typing out the escape plan at lightning speed. Halfway through, Roman came back with some medicine. I dove back under the duvet and played dead. He reached out and felt my forehead, murmuring, "Why are you sweating?" He tried to pull the blanket down to let some air in. I yanked it back tight, pretending to be freezing. Roman checked my temp again, saw it had dropped slightly, and finally left the room feeling reassured. The second the door clicked shut, I pulled my overheating laptop back out from under the covers. My body was roasting from being buried in the blankets, but I didn't have time to care. I opened the laptop and kept typing. Throughout the night, Roman kept popping in to check on my condition. Every time I heard him coming, I’d slam the laptop shut and pretend to be asleep. After doing this repeatedly, the sky was starting to lighten by the time I finally finished. I hit 'Save,' tossed the laptop aside, and immediately fell into a dead sleep. 3 When I woke up, Sienna was sitting on the edge of my bed. She looked even more haggard than I did. Seeing me wake up, she immediately reached out, asking for the escape plan. I opened the laptop to show her. I asked casually, "Why do you look so awful?" Scrolling through the screen, Sienna let out a haunting sigh. "That psycho Brooks realized I was faking it, so he made me pay for the lie all night anyway." As she spoke, her suppressed rage flared up again. "Damn it, if we don't run soon, I'm going to die of exhaustion." I was still half-asleep. She finally finished reading and Airdropped the plan to her own laptop. I yawned and asked, "Everything ready on your end? When’s the move?" Sienna’s eyes went ice-cold. "I heard the 'first love' lands in three days. Both brothers have to be at the welcome gala." "We run that night. It’s perfect timing." I nodded. "Okay, whatever you say." Her word was law. Sienna handed the laptop back. "We'll hammer out the final details when they're not around. I need to go catch up on sleep." The second she closed the door, I pulled the covers over my head and went back to sleep. I slept straight through until Roman came home. He took off his watch and came over to feel my forehead again. "How are you feeling today? The maids said you slept all day." His hand was a little cold, and I shivered. "I'm all better." With Sienna’s failure fresh in my mind, I was terrified he’d realize I had been faking it. Roman started unbuttoning his shirt. "Then let's go to bed early." I had actual PTSD from that unbuttoning motion. I stuttered in panic, "Um, actually, I'm not completely better. We should just... sleep normally." Roman paused for two seconds and raised an eyebrow. "If we aren't going to sleep normally, what did you want to do?" What else could we do?! He knew exactly what I meant. My face flushed red, and I hid under the covers again. "Nothing, let's just sleep, go to sleep." Roman didn't say anything else. He reached out, pulled me into his arms, and quickly fell asleep. Because I had slept all day, my eyes were wide open staring at the ceiling. I couldn't fall asleep at all. My mind was entirely focused on the escape plan and what still needed tweaking. I lay there with my eyes open until dawn, finally feeling a hint of drowsiness. I could only faintly hear the sound of Roman getting out of bed; I couldn't open my eyes. I don't know how much time passed, but he leaned over, kissed my forehead, and then the room went quiet. To lower the brothers' suspicions, Sienna and I canceled our afternoon iced coffee sessions. We stayed in our rooms every day, perfecting the plan. Finally, the day the "first love" returned arrived. 4 First thing in the morning, Sienna found a random excuse to get into a massive screaming match with Brooks. Then she locked herself in her room and refused to open the door, even when I called for her. Brooks assumed she was just throwing a tantrum and stormed out in a rage. My eyes fell on Roman, who was leisurely sipping tea on the sofa, and I started to panic internally. Wasn't he supposed to go to the welcome gala? Why wasn't he leaving? If he didn't leave soon, we were going to miss our flight. I was pacing like an ant on a hot pan. Finally, Roman stood up. Overjoyed, I prepared to play the caring girlfriend and tell him to drive safely. Instead, Roman looked at me and frowned. "Why haven't you changed your clothes yet?" I froze. "Huh?" He glanced at his watch. "Aren't you going to the welcome gala tonight?" Of course I'm not going! Feeling his intense gaze on me, I thought fast and forced out two fake tears. "I'm feeling a little sick again today. I think I'll sit this one out." I thought that would be enough to get me off the hook. Instead, Roman paused halfway through putting on his suit jacket. "Change your clothes anyway. I'm taking you to the hospital." I panicked so hard I practically caught fire. I waved my hands frantically. "No, no, no! I don't need to go to the hospital. I just need to sleep for a bit." Roman's tone brooked no argument. "Absolutely not. You've been feeling sick for days. You need a full checkup." I shook my head. "The welcome gala is really important. You should go handle your business first, and we can go to the doctor when you get back." By the time he got back, Sienna and I would have successfully escaped. Roman wasn't buying it. "It's just an irrelevant person. We're getting you checked out first. Be good." Seeing that he was literally about to drag me out the door, I desperately grabbed onto the arm of the sofa. "Actually... actually, I lied to you. I'm not sick." Roman clearly didn't believe me. His grip loosened slightly, but he looked displeased. "I don't care what you say. You are getting checked out today." I broke out in a cold sweat. Thinking fast, I gripped his sleeve. "I'm really not sick! I just want to stay home and keep Sienna company. She's really sad today, and I'm worried about her." Roman looked at me suspiciously. I pressed on, "You know she's one of the most important people in the world to me. I don't want to leave her alone." Roman probably remembered the emotional baggage between his brother and this "first love." He let go of my hand and nodded. "Fine. You stay and keep her company." I was ecstatic. I threw myself at him and kissed him on the lips. "You're the best! Don't drink too much tonight, bye-bye!" Roman grabbed my waist and looked down at me. "She's 'one of' the most important people. Who are the others?" Honestly, there was no "one of." Sienna was my only family. But I didn't mind buttering him up a bit more to lower his guard. "You, of course! Just you two, no one else." The corner of Roman's mouth ticked up. "Smooth talker." He leaned down and kissed me hard. My legs turned to jelly; I could barely stand. Afraid he might lose control and decide to stay, I quickly pushed him away. "You're going to be late! Hurry up and go!" Roman finally let me go. "Don't fall asleep tonight." Just to get him out the door, I would have agreed to anything. Watching his car disappear down the driveway, I let out a massive sigh of relief. I took the stairs two at a time to find Sienna. 5 I barely knocked on the door before Sienna yanked it open just enough to drag me inside. I stared at the four massive suitcases in front of me, utterly bewildered. "Are you... trying to escape?" With bags this bulky, we'd be caught as thieves before we even made it off the property, right? Sienna dusted off her hands, completely oblivious to how insane this looked. "Yeah! We'll take all this stuff so we don't have to waste money buying it again." "Once we're out of here, we definitely can't use their credit cards. Shouldn't we save wherever we can?" I was silent. "..." Whatever. As long as she's happy. We waited until the maids were having their dinner before dragging the heavy suitcases downstairs. Unfortunately, because the bags were so heavy, we made a ton of noise. In a flash of brilliance, I put on a furious face and yelled, "You buy this useless junk every single day! I swear I'm going to throw it all out!" Our eyes met, and Sienna instantly understood my play. She dragged the suitcases toward the door, walking as fast as she could while shouting back, "Don't try to pull rank on me just because you're the older brother's girl!" "Fine, throw it out then!" "I'll do it for you!" The maids stared at us in absolute shock, totally bewildered by the sudden falling out between the inseparable "sisters." Seizing the opportunity, I grabbed the other two suitcases and stormed toward the door. "Fine, I'm throwing it all out!" We kept up the fake argument all the way out of the mansion. I dumped the two suitcases I was carrying next to the trash cans, grabbed Sienna, and shoved her into the Uber we had pre-booked. Sienna kept looking back at the trash cans. "Wait, our stuff!" I yanked her arm. "Forget the stuff! If you leave it there, they'll actually believe we had a massive fight!" It was the only way to buy ourselves time to escape. Otherwise, someone would realize something was wrong before we even left the gated community. Sienna adjusted immediately. "You're right. Garbage belongs with garbage men!" We didn't dare waste a single second. As soon as we got to JFK Airport, we opened the remaining suitcases to change our clothes. I rushed her as I changed. "Hurry up! We need to make a few transfers before they get back from the gala!" Sienna, in the stall next to me, didn't answer. I assumed she was already waiting outside, so I finished adjusting my hoodie and walked out of the restroom. The second I stepped out, I saw Roman standing a few feet away, his expression absolute ice. My brain literally blue-screened. Before Roman could walk over, I pulled my hoodie over my head, looked down, and tried to sneak away. I had barely taken three steps along the wall when a hand grabbed my hood. I flinched, burying my head even lower. Wait, how did he track us so fast?! Shouldn't he be clinking champagne glasses at the gala right now? While I kept my head down, Roman reached out, grabbed my chin, and forced me to look up at him. He offered a humorless smile. "Faking sick, acting cute, refusing to leave the house... so this was the plan all along?" I didn't dare answer. I refused to look him in the eye. I was fully committed to playing dead. Roman took a deep breath, his tone softening slightly. "Tell me. Why did you run?" "What did I do to make you unhappy?" I mumbled, "I don't know." I'm with my best friend. Do I need another reason? Roman repeated the words. "'You don't know'?" I felt guilty. "She ran, so I ran..." I couldn't leave Sienna. That was the bottom line. Roman actually laughed out of pure exasperation. "She ran because my brother has a 'first love.' I don't! What exactly were you running from?!" I didn't dare make a sound. Roman's voice grew heavier. "Speak!" I jumped, on the verge of tears. "I can't betray my best friend! If she's running, why would I stay?!" Roman clearly hadn't anticipated that answer. He was so angry his breathing became ragged. It took him a long time to get his emotions under control. "We're going home." I asked cautiously, "Can you give me my phone back first?" Since leaving the bathroom, I hadn't seen Sienna anywhere. I hadn't seen Brooks, either. So she probably still had a chance to escape. I needed to text her and tell her to change her route. Roman shot me a side-eye. "Trying to tip her off?" I shook my head vigorously. "No, I just want to check the time." Roman shoved his wrist in my face, showing me his watch. "Check mine." I practically choked on my own blood. I grabbed his hand and pushed it down. "Just let me use my phone for one second. I'm begging you." Roman wrapped his arm around my waist, his tone frigid. "Don't bother. She got caught too." He paused, staring at me with a cold sneer. "Your punishment tonight is going to be far worse than hers." I panicked instantly. "What are you going to do?!" "It's your brother's fault for being sketchy with some other girl! So what if Sienna ran?!" "Neither of you brothers are any good!" The more I spoke, the more agitated I got, watching Roman's face darken with every word. But since I was already doomed, I might as well get the satisfaction of telling him off. I puffed out my chest. "What are you glaring at?! If you're so tough, let us go!" Roman tightened his grip, leaning close to my ear. He sneered, his voice dropping so low only I could hear. "I'm not tough enough to let you go. But I am tough enough to destroy you in bed tonight." All the color drained from my face. My voice trembled. "I retract my statement. I didn't say anything." I got too carried away and forgot that Roman really wasn't a good guy! Roman's expression didn't change. "Too late."
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