"I have to be virtually married to HIM?!" My voice rang through the empty room as the secretary glanced up. "Listen, when I stamped my fingers on that contract to 'help out' my sister for a while, no one said anything about me having to marry my EX boyfriend. YES. EX."

  I huffed out in annoyance. I was mad. No, FURIOUS. When Kim Jongin broke up with me through that 15 second phone call 6 monthes ago and was announced to be dating my TWIN SISTER the day after, all affairs with that douchebag had ended, and that was that! How am I supposed to act like nothing happened and take on my sister's role in front of the big camera lens? How am I supposed to act like nothing happened?!

  "What's going on here?", a deep voice rumbled through the room. I looked up to see Kim Jongin, smirking. "Don't worry Secretary Jung. I'll take care of my girl here".

  He winked. I swear, I could have punched him RIGHT there and then.

  But little did I know, the story behind our break-up is much more complicated than it seems...