chapter 1

At my fiancé's party, we played the "Open Your Eyes Challenge."

Simple rule: open your eyes when someone sparked your interest.

My timing matched almost perfectly with my fiancé's so-called "girl-bro."

Someone teased, "Olivia Wilson, you don't actually like Elijah Williams, do you?"

She mocked a shudder, then threw her arms around me. "Bro, I only like girls—I'm a lesbian. Amelia Garcia and I have serious chemistry. Forget marrying Elijah—come be with me instead. My fingers are nice and thick, you know."

I frowned and shoved her hand away—but Olivia suddenly groped my chest.

"So soft… so big… Damn, Elijah—you're living the dream! I'm so jealous!"

The room erupted in laughter, all eyes on me.

Elijah chuckled lazily. "You can taste her... once I get bored."

My face froze—stone cold.

......

I didn't hesitate—I grabbed my glass and flung the wine straight at Elijah.

He froze, stunned—but didn't snap. Just looked awkward.

Olivia plopped herself between us, yanking Elijah into a tight hug.

Without shame, she lifted her T-shirt to wipe his soaked hair, exposing pale skin as his face pressed into her chest.

"Why's Amelia mad?" she whined. "Such a buzzkill."

Then, almost petulantly. "I flew all the way back from overseas for this. That ticket wasn't cheap, you know."

My knuckles turned white around the empty glass. I wanted to dump another drink over her head.

"Relax, sis. The bros just talk dirty when we're together."

"Just back from abroad, Olivia's a lesbian—she hasn't even caught up on sleep yet."

"It's normal in our chat—we just let it slip at a rare hangout."

They swarmed me with excuses, dragging me away like I was the problem.

I let them—but grabbed my bag and turned to leave.

If they thought I didn't belong in their little game… fine. I wouldn't play anymore.

Olivia quickly grabbed my arm, her tone turning soft—almost coaxing.

"Amelia, please—let me apologize for Elijah. Walking out now? That's like spitting in his face…and all my brothers' too. It was just a joke. Do you have to overreact like this? Is this really how girls act here?"

Elijah's expression darkened. "You're moving halfway across the world to marry me. I brought my brothers so they could be your family, your support. And now one little joke sets you off? How are we supposed to build a life together?"

I bit my lip hard, but didn't move.

Olivia's grip tightened, steel beneath her smile. I tried to pry her hand off—first gently, then with force.

"Ow! Amelia, don't dig your nails into me!"

Before I could react, Elijah stepped forward and struck my arm. The sound cracked like a whip.

Olivia released me instantly.

Pain bloomed where he'd hit—my arm blazing red, my wrist burning where her fingers had been.

"Amelia! Fine—if you want to leave, go ahead!"

Elijah held Olivia's hand, voice sharp, irritated. "But don't forget to settle the bill—and apologize to my bros before you walk out."

My eyes snapped open—disbelief hitting me like a punch to the gut.

Our wedding was next week. This was the first time I'd even met his so-called 'brothers.'

After their drunken antics, he actually wanted me to pay?

"You invited them—you pay your own damn party!" I snapped.

Olivia's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, as if she were gritting through pain—yet she forced a swaggering, tough-girl grin.

"It's fine, Amelia. Just go home. I'm covering this round."

I laughed coldly and headed for the door—

But his voice cut after me, oozing sleaze.

"I'm paying, so I get my due. That video with Amelia—the one I requested? Show it to me tonight! And then round two for you boys!"