Falling for My Rumored Lover’s Brother

Miles once said in front of everyone that it was disgusting for a man to fall in love with another man.​ He even warned me, “Don’t get your hopes up—I’ll never like you.”​ But over the next few years, he dated twelve different girlfriends. They had hair colors similar to mine, similar smiles, and even the same little mole on the side of their noses.​ All our friends thought Miles simply hadn’t figured out his own feelings. They were convinced I’d always loved him, and that if I just kept waiting, one day he’d completely lose control over his feelings for me.​ But they were wrong from the very beginning.​ It’s true that I fell in love with a man from the Whitmore family, but it was never Miles.​ It was his older brother—Graham Whitmore.​ That aloof CEO of the conglomerate, who hid me away in his penthouse, shielded me from the family’s scrutiny, and was even willing to give up his inheritance and position just to publicly acknowledge our relationship.​ When this secret romance was exposed at a Whitmore family dinner, Miles finally broke down.​ The man who had once despised me, humiliated me, and warned me to stay away from him began to pursue me relentlessly. He tore away his facade and finally admitted that those twelve women were nothing more than substitutes he’d been searching for.​ Unfortunately, I never belonged to him.