All Chapters of Always My Sister, Not Me: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

MatildaI inhale and look in the mirror above the vanity. I see a nervous wreck and I just start to pace back and forth in my private dressing room. My dress is yet to arrive and I start to bite my nails thinking all sorts of things. “Where the hell is...” I pause when the door opens and Michael walks in with a bouquet of my favorite white roses. I smile but then I frown at him again. “Where were you! And what took you so long to come here!? Can't you see that I need you and I'm literally a ball of nerves.”“Hey, relax, my love. Today is your big debut day. Trust me you are worrying for no reason. You don't need me around all of the time because you can do this without my help.” Michael kisses me and I do calm down for a moment but then I feel a tension brewing inside of me. I want today's fashion event to be perfect. It's not just me but also the designer who's quite bossy and somewhat annoying to be around. Both of our reputations will be on the line if I mess up big time on the ra

AmandaI can't help but feel somewhat hazy after Matilda and the others leave the dressing room. I can't stop thinking about the birthmark on Matilda's nape. It's the same as mine. My own mother also had the same bloody mole and on the exact same spot. And Matilda also has the same birthmark. I feel my head is spinning and I walk towards the nearby vanity chair and sit down. I know I shouldn't even think about it and even if I say my thoughts, to others it will all seem like just a coincidence. But such coincidences don't just exist like this. And I don't know why a part of me wants to believe that Matilda.... could be my... But then I remember the midwife informing me that I had given birth to a stillborn baby boy.I had a son and not a daughter. I should let this go but I can't. I feel more restless as the clock continues to tick. I feel sweaty despite the AC running on high. I swallow and inhale before the door of the dressing room opens and Mike walks in. “Hey, honey? I was look

Ronan “Yes! Yes! I did it!” My eyes widen slightly but I don't loose my composure. Because somehow I know I am the cause of this happening. But I don't understand why this would be coming from her instead of Matilda. I have always made sure that Seraphina was loved and pampered. And my other daughter, I often put out a hard face, hiding my emotions so that Hilda doesn't suspect a thing about Matilda actually being my biological daughter. “Isn't that what you wanted to hear?!” Seraphina screams at me again and this time I narrow my eyes at her. What stupidity is this? “What?...” I stare at her and she glares at me. “Lower your eyes when you look at me, young lady. I am still your father and you will respect me. Do you hear me?” I know I need to finally put my foot down here, and it doesn't matter if Hilda continues to give me the dead stares. “Of course I didn't do it. Why would I? But you and everyone else insists on blaming me for what happened to sister. I know we've had our

MichaelI rush into the bedroom and Matilda is wide awake, seated upright on the bed with my tablet in her hands. She's looking at it and I fucking bet that it's about the catastrophe last night. “Give me that. You shouldn't be looking at this...” I snatch the tablet away from her and Matilda starts to become hysterical and repeating the same thing over and over again.“They saw it... They saw it, Michael! They saw all of me! They saw all of me!...”I get onto the bed and wrap her in a tight hug. Fuck, I'm going to kill the idiot who published the stupid article. Matilda holds me tightly like she's dependent on me to even take her next breath. This was what I was afraid of - My Matilda having to re enter back into her shell and probably never come out from there again. It took so long for her to finally believe in herself and how she is capable of something far outside just business.But someone fucking ruined her dreams. And I won't rest until I find out who it was.I tap on the int

MatildaI can't believe what I'm seeing. No, this can't be true.My vision starts to blur, probably because of the fresh tears leaking out of my eyes.Did... Mom do this to me? Was she the one responsible for my sabotage?Michael stands behind me and rubs my shoulders which now seem tense. I try not to cry and instead want to believe that there's some explanation about this. Surely, mom won't do such a thing to her own daughter.Dad is also speechless and can't seem to fathom what's happening.The video continues playing. And for a good three and half minutes, mom doesn't come out from the workshop. I feel my chest tighten because this can't be true.The video continues to play until mom finally comes out of the workshop. And her face says it all. Her expression tells everything. It reveals the fact that she has done something wrong. And the only wrong thing would be to have the dress I wore sabotaged.The video stops after we continue to watch for a few more minutes after we now se