Chapter 1
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Evan Growth frowned in disgust.
"You really should smoke less."
Evan Growth despised smoking above all else.
His obsessive cleanliness made the smell of smoke unbearable.
Lynn Miller smirked. "What, too good for me now?"
She pulled the cigarette from her lips.
"Come on, take a drag."
Evan Growth recoiled instinctively.
Lynn Miller's eyes gleamed with mischief.
"Are we bros or not?"
"After all these years, you're going to act all high and mighty?"
Evan Growth scoffed. "If I despised you, would I have hooked up with you in that bathroom stall?"
Lynn Miller burst into laughter.
"Damn right. You should be grateful your first time was with me."
Only I truly understand how severe Evan Growth's germaphobia really is.
I thought he treated everyone this way, but apparently there are exceptions.
I laughed until tears streamed down my face.
Lynn Miller pressed on.
"If we're really bros, take a hit from this cigarette."
Evan Growth shot her an exasperated look.
With a resigned sigh, he shook his head.
Without hesitation, he took the cigarette and placed it between his lips.
Smoke swirled around his face.
Lynn Miller howled with laughter.
"Now that's a real bro!"
"If Cecilia Jones offered you a cigarette, would you take it?"
Cecilia Jones—that's me.
At the mention of my name, Evan Growth's expression darkened.
"If she ever smoked in front of me, I'd dump her on the spot."
Lynn Miller clicked her tongue. "Don't talk about your girlfriend like that. You were the one who chased after her, remember?"
Evan Growth let out a cold laugh.
"If you hadn't pushed that stupid bet on me—'let's see who else could put up with your bullshit'—I never would have gone after her."
"She doesn't have the status to be my girlfriend. She's not even worthy of tying my damn shoes."
A bet.
So that's it. Evan Growth pursued me for a bet.
My heart felt dead inside.
Yet those words still made me flinch.
I thought Evan Growth had simply grown tired of me.
Turns out he never had feelings for me at all.
I was the only one who took this relationship seriously—what a fucking joke.
I clutched my chest as I descended the stairs, dialing Evan Growth's older brother.
A deep voice answered.
"Have you made your decision?"
"Yes. I'll marry you."
My voice sounded distant, detached from my body.
I spoke with eerie calm, feeling nothing.
"But I have one condition."
"Name it."
"Don't tell Evan Growth I'm the bride until our wedding day. Let him find out I'm his sister-in-law when it's too late."
"Done."
Since everything was wrong from the start...
I might as well make it spectacularly wrong.
