The Stand-In Heiress

In my third year of playing the surrogate for my fiancé’s "girl-bro," she finally returned.

The moment Harper saw me, she let out a cold, condescending scoff.

"Carter, is this really your taste? She’s my replacement?

Does she have half my chill? How could a painted doll like her ever be one of the guys?"

Carter’s brow furrowed immediately. "Harper, watch your mouth. Chloe is my fiancée, and we’re getting married soon. She’s nothing like you—she was never meant to be my 'bro.'"

My expression darkened on the spot. If I’m a man, why the hell couldn't I be his bro?