My Famous Brothers Secret Female Scapegoat

My twin brother became a household name overnight by playing the tragic, ethereal lead in a viral gay romance series.

To protect his pure, untouchable image, I didn't hesitate to take the fall for every single one of his PR disasters.

Smoking? Yeah, that was me.

Partying at a club until 4 AM? Me again.

Caught kissing the newest "it-girl" in a parking lot? Guilty as charged.

The internet had a field day with us:

[Mother of the year: She has two kids, ones gay, and the other well, shes trying her best.]

[LMAO, did these twins swap their sexual orientations in the womb or what?]

That night, Davis Blackwoodthe crown prince of the East Coast eliteposted a tweet that broke the internet.

"Funny. When we broke up, she told me I wasn't her type. I didn't realize she meant she wasn't into my entire gender."

Wait. What?

The tea is boiling, everyone. Grab a cup.

1.

My brother, Cody Miller, and I are twins.

Except for the ten-inch height difference, we are carbon copies. Hes six-one; Im five-three.

He launched his career by playing the "fragile beauty" in a high-fantasy M/M drama. I launched mine by getting an extra scoop of mashed potatoes in the college cafeteria because the lunch lady thought I was a "handsome young man."

"You have such a delicate face, sweetheart," shed say.

Thanks, maam. But Im a girl.

While Cody was becoming a superstar, I was in a cramped dorm room living off instant ramen and dreams.

The night his first series, The Masters Shadow, premiered, the streaming servers crashed three times.

The comments were unhinged:

[HE IS MY WIFE! MY DESTINED WIFE!]

[That waist! Those eyes! The vulnerability! Im literally dying!]

[He is a literal treasure!]

In the show, Codys charactera cold, distant mentorwas pinned against a wall and kissed by his demonic disciple. His eyes were rimmed with red, a perfect mix of resistance and desire.

I watched it and felt my skin crawl so hard I could have retreated into my own skeleton.

He called me the moment he got his first real paycheck.

"Sis, Im taking care of you now."

I looked at the notification for the fifty-thousand-dollar wire transfer and felt tears prick my eyes. I threw the ramen in the trash and ordered a five-course meal from the best bistro in town.

"From this day forward," I declared, "your scandals are mine."

Cody was touched. He actually sniffled. "Casey, youre the only one who truly has my back."

"Don't mention it," I said, puffing out my chest. "Youre a queer icon now, Cody. Your brand is 'Ice King.' You cant have a single crack in that porcelain skin."

"Actually," he stammered, "I play the lead in a romance, Casey. Im not a monk."

"Irrelevant!" I snapped. "Your fans want you pure, untouchable, and ideally, not even human. Im the designated sinner now."

"I think you have a very skewed perception of my job..."

I didn't care. I saw the business opportunity.

The Professional Scapegoat. Salary: Six figures. I was in.

2.

Cody didnt just become famous; he became an obsession.

People dug up photos of him in a princess dress from when he was seven.

#CodyMillerPrincessDress

#BornToBeTheOne

#CodyMillerIsMyWife

I sat in my apartment scrolling through Twitter, fuming. Why was it "destiny" when he wore a dress, but when I wore one, people asked if I was "trying a bit too hard to be feminine"? The world is remarkably unkind to actual women.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed. It was Codys manager. Six exclamation marks.

"WE HAVE A PROBLEM!!!!!!"

My heart skipped. Three seconds later, the hashtag #CodyMillerSmokingAtTheClub hit number one.

The grainy video showed a slim figure in a black hoodie leaning back in a VIP booth, a cigarette between long fingers, his profile blurred by neon lights.

Even with the mask, those eyesthose deep, soulful eyes that looked at a dog like it was the love of his lifewere unmistakably "Cody."

The comment section was a battlefield.

[Im out. I cant believe 'my wife' is a smoker.]

[Smoking indoors? Isn't that a violation?]

[The club? Please. I heard he was making out with girls in the back.]

That last comment was mine. Dont ask. My finger slipped.

I deleted it immediately, but the internet is forever. The "Cody Miller Is Into Women" rumors began to spiral.

Cody called, his voice shaking. "Casey... that video is you."

"Excuse me?" I bristled. "I was in the library writing a thesis last night!"

"Its you," he insisted. "You were wearing my hoodie. Were twins. We look the same in low light. And you're wearing those three-inch platform sneakers again, aren't you?"

"..."

"..."

Ten minutes later, a notification popped up: Venmo: Cody Miller sent you $20,000.

I immediately logged into my burner account, CaseyM_Real.

I posted: [Thats me in the video. Im his sister. Were twins. Im the smoker, Im the club rat. My brother was just there to pick me up. Move along.]

I attached a photo of us togethersame hoodie, same eyes, same... wait, why am I still shorter than him?

Whatever. Post.

The narrative shifted instantly.

#CodyMillersHotSister

#ProtectiveBrotherCody

#TwinGoals

I stared at the word "hot." It felt like a consolation prize. Cody was "ethereal," and I was "hot"?

Cody sent another thirty thousand.

Note: Emotional damages and a fund for taller sneakers.

I took the money and ordered ten pairs of insoles. Next time, I was going to be six feet tall.

3.

The first hit was a success. I got a taste for it.

Theres a strange thrill in being a superstars shadow. The money comes fast, the insults come faster, but I didn't care. I could count cash faster than the trolls could type.

Then, the second crisis hit.

Cody messaged me: "Casey, SOS. Life or death."

My eyes lit up. "Whats the budget?"

"...Can you ask what the problem is first?"

"The problem is secondary to the price point."

"One hundred thousand."

"Deal. What happened?"

"You didnt even haggle!"

"Do you want me to come over or not?"

I went to his penthouse and found him staring at his phone in a trance.

On the screen was a video. A dimly lit hotel corridor. A slim figure in a white silk shirt was being pinned against the wall by a woman. She was on her tiptoes, seemingly mid-kiss.

Even blurred, that silhouette, that jawline... it was Cody.

I blew up. "Cody! Youre dating?! And a woman?! Do you have any idea what this does to your brand? To your 'wives'?"

If you're going to eat from the plate of queer romance, you have to respect the fans who cooked the meal. They can handle him kissing a man; they cannot handle him kissing a girl. Its the principle of the thing.

"Can you just... watch the whole thing?" Cody muttered, burying his face in his hands.

I watched. I didn't recognize the woman personally, but I knew her face. Sophie St. James. A rising starlet who just hit it big with a teen rom-com.

Cody looked miserable. "We were at the wrap party. She said she was a fan. She wanted a photo. Then she just... slammed me into the wall. I didn't even realize what was happening until..."

He touched his cheek. "Why is she so strong?"

"..."

"So you got harrassed?"

"Yes."

"And you didn't push her off?"

"I tried! She wouldn't budge!"

My brother. Six-one. The nation's heartthrob. Pinned by a five-foot-four actress.

No one would believe it.

But the video was already leaked. The headlines were screaming:

#CodyMillerSophieStJamesKiss

#CodyMillerScandal

#TheLieIsOut

Codys fandom was in a state of nuclear meltdown.

[I dont believe it! Hes being forced!]

[The video is real. Im burning my merch.]

[Wait, does he look like hes struggling?]

[Struggling? Hes a foot taller than her!]

I looked at Cody. "Are you sure you pushed?"

"I am positive!"

"With all your strength?"

"...I didn't want to hurt her."

I sighed. Cody wasn't weak; he was just too damn polite. He spent so much time playing a "submissive" role that hed forgotten how to be a person who says 'no' in the real world. He was a professional victim.

"Fine," I said. "I'll take the fall."

"How?"

I smirked. "You forget. We have the same face."

4.

I tweeted: [Thats me in the video. Sophie and I are exploring things. Everyone has a type. Mind your business.]

The internet exploded.

[Wait... what?! Is this a coming out post?]

[So... Codys sister is gay?]

[LMAO, the Miller twins literally swapped their souls.]

[Actually, shes kind of a badass. Im into it.]

[Is it just me, or is the sister even more 'Cody' than Cody is?]

Sophie St. James didn't say a word. Why would she? She was loving the clout.

Ten minutes later, she posted: [Just a dinner between friends! Don't overthink it! <3]

She attached a photo of her and "Cody"a cozy, intimate shot where shes tucked into his side.

Cody turned pale. "Thats Photoshopped. I never took that picture with her."

"I know," I said. "But shes a leech."

"What do we do?"

"Cody, you forget who I am."

I posted again: [Sophie, honey, your editor is great, but next time, remember: my brother has a tiny mole under his left eye. I don't. Check the zoom.]

I attached a high-res selfie of Codys face and a zoomed-in shot of Sophies "cozy" photo.

The "Cody" in her photo had no mole.

The backlash was instant and brutal.

[HOLY CRAP. SHE PHOTOSHOPPED HIM IN?]

[Sophie is a psycho. Clout chasing is a disease.]

[Casey is a queen. Im stanning.]

[Wait, so Casey actually kissed her or not?]

Sophie deleted her post and went ghost.

Cody sent me another hundred thousand.

Note: Scapegoat fee + P-eye detective fee.

I was feeling pretty good about myself. Until three minutes later, when my "Important Person" notification rang.

I thought it was Sophie trying to fight. I rolled up my sleeves, ready for war.

But the name on the screen made my blood turn to ice.

@DavisBlackwood: [She told me I wasn't her type. I didn't realize she meant she wasn't into my entire gender.]

Wait.

5.

My history with Davis Blackwood is... complicated.

It started three years ago.