02
My brother hurriedly changed into his butler uniform while I slipped into the signature white dress of the “lost love” I was pretending to be.
We had just rushed back from another gig, and with time running out, we were both scrambling to get ready.
The doorbell rang, and my brother immediately put on a stoic expression, standing stiffly
to the side.
I adjusted my face into a gentle, delicate expression, fully embracing my role.
Zane pushed the door open and walked in.
My brother greeted him with a straight face:
“Welcome home, Sir.”
I bit my lip to keep from laughing and pinched my thigh to stay in character.
Zane stopped in front of me, his piercing gaze locking onto mine.
“What did you do today?” he asked coldly.
From the very beginning, Zane had been upfront with me: I was hired because I looked
like his ex, his “ture love.” One million dollars a month for the role.
My brother, as his butler, earned half that.
Facing Zane’s question, I responded with utmost professionalism, my voice soft and tender:
“I read some books, cooked a meal, and… thought about you.”
<
11:16 Sun, 15 Jun EWEA
94%1
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my brother in the corner, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter, his teeth practically bared.
Zane sat down beside me, his intense gaze never leaving my face.
“Jenna’s coming back soon,” he said abruptly. “You won’t be needed anymore.”
My smile froze. It felt like a bucket of money–no, a bucket of gold–was slipping through my fingers.
“Wait,” I said, tears welling up in my eyes as I looked at him pleadingly. “Can’t you let me stay a little longer?”
If I could just finish out the month, I’d earn another $100,000.
Zane mistook my desperation for genuine emotion.
“She’s fallen for me,” he thought smugly.
But his heart belonged to Jenna. To him, I was nothing more than a replacement.
His expression remained cold as he said:
“You’re just a stand–in. I’ll never fall for you. I’ve already transferred $1 million into your account as a breakup fee. Disappear before Jenna returns.”
My eyes lit up like a stadium under floodlights.
This man. This generous, money–throwing man.
He was my favorite client by far.
But I was a professional. Even at the very last moment, I stayed in character. Tears
streamed down my face as I gazed at him with heartbroken devotion.
“Okay,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I’ll do as you say.”
Zane nodded, satisfied. He seemed almost reluctant as he added:
“You should give up on any feelings you have for me. You can stay in this house–I won’t e coming back.”
From his corner, my brother gave me an enthusiastic thumbs–up.
This house, in an upscale neighborhood, had to be worth millions.
If Zane wasn’t coming back, we could rent it out for a fortune.
My brother and I exchanged a glance, instantly reading each other’s thoughts.
Sometimes, it felt like we shared a single brain.
