Chapter 1

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To pay off our family's crippling debts, my sister and I were sold into marriage to the twin sons of a New York billionaire.

I was assigned to the cold-hearted older brother, while my sister got the playboy younger one.

I thought my life was over, until the day before the wedding, when both of their legendary "first loves" returned to the country.

My sister and I met up, and we were thinking the exact same thing.

"I'm running away!" I declared.

"Me too!" she cried.

On the day of the wedding, as we were racing toward the airport in our bridal gowns, we were caught red-handed.

The cold older brother grabbed my wrist, his voice dripping with a chilling smirk.

"My brother went to find his ex, but I stayed right here. So, what exactly are you running from?"

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Everyone in Manhattan knew that the Miller family held the ultimate power and resources.

It was also common knowledge that both Miller brothers had a "one who got away" etched into their hearts.

When the two Jenner sisters were sent to the Miller estate, nobody expected us to actually date the brothers for two years.

People whispered that we were just toys, temporary entertainment for the brothers to satisfy their cravings.

They predicted we'd be tossed out like trash the moment the novelty wore off.

But to everyone's shock, a week ago, the Millers sent out wedding invitations to every elite family in the city.

My sister, Willow, and I were scheduled to marry into the Miller family tomorrow.

I was to marry the eldest son, Harrison Miller, and Willow was set to marry the younger twin, Milo.

The headlines were everywhere, causing a total media frenzy.

News alerts kept popping up on my phone every few minutes.

Our names, the Jenner sisters, were being dragged through every tabloid title.

I heard a deep sigh from Willow, who was sitting across from me.

We were both heavily disguised in hats, sunglasses, and masks, hiding in the corner of a quiet coffee shop.

"Quinn, last night when Milo went to shower, I saw a text from Seraphina. She told him to pick her up from the airport," Willow whispered.

"She's coming back today."

"I just tried calling Milo, but he didn't pick up. He's probably already on his way to the airport."

I remembered Seraphina. She was Milo's childhood sweetheart and his ultimate obsession.

Harrison and Milo were total opposites.

Harrison was cold, distant, and seemingly uninterested in women.

Most nights, when we lay in the same bed, we barely exchanged five sentences.

Milo, on the other hand, was a notorious playboy with a revolving door of flings.

Even though Willow and I were basically collateral for our family's debt, Harrison usually treated me with a bit more outward respect.

Willow's voice grew smaller, and I knew she was hurting.

We both knew this started as a transaction, but two years of sharing a life makes it hard to keep your heart safe.

Even I was struggling.

"Actually, Lydia is coming back too. I saw her post on social media," I admitted.

Lydia was the woman Harrison supposedly never got over.

When I first arrived at the Miller house, Lydia found out and immediately messaged me to mark her territory.

I realized then that Harrison himself must have given her my contact info.

My heart sank a little deeper at the thought.

That was the kind of security he provided for Lydia, not for me.

"Quinn, now that their real loves are back, we're going to be kicked out anyway," Willow said, her voice shaking.

"Instead of being humiliated and dumped at the altar tomorrow, why don't we just leave first?"

I looked around nervously, terrified someone might overhear her bold suggestion.

"Willow, don't talk like that."

"If we run, what happens to the family debt? Neither the Millers nor our parents will protect us."

I kept my voice low, trying to weigh the consequences.

"Quinn, I'm miserable," she sobbed.

"We promised we'd never fall for the Miller brothers, but I couldn't help it."

Willow and I had only ever had each other growing up.

Our parents always favored our younger brother, treating us like nothing more than bargaining chips.

Hearing her cry made my heart ache.

Harrison never loved me anyway.

He was a ruthless man who never hesitated to cut ties when they no longer served him.

I figured he'd probably prefer it if I just disappeared now that Lydia was back.

"Fine," I said, reaching for her hand. "I'll get us out of here."