All Chapters of The Sister Who Stole My Second Life : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I couldn't concentrate on a single word the teacher said.My eyes kept drifting toward the girl sitting three rows ahead of me.My twin sister.In our first life, we had shared almost everything. We had shared a bedroom, birthday parties, family photographs, and the same face that often confused people who didn't know us well.But we had never shared the same desires.She wanted admiration. I wanted to be loved.She wanted an exciting life. I wanted a peaceful one.And somehow, we had both ended up envying each other.I used to believe she had everything I didn't. She was confident, beautiful, and fearless about asking for what she wanted. Even when we were younger, she could convince our parents to buy her things I wouldn't have dared to request.She had always been good at getting attention.I was different. I worked hard, followed the rules, and tried to make everyone proud of me.Then we grew older, and our differences became more painful.I fell in love with Alexander Hayes, the

My sister hated being corrected, especially in front of other people. Ethan was blunt enough to point out her mistakes without considering how embarrassed she might feel. They had fought over small things until even the smallest disagreement became a battle neither wanted to lose. I couldn't decide whether they had been wrong for each other from the beginning or whether neither of them had known how to love someone different from themselves. Perhaps it had been both. “Are you going to watch the tournament?” Chloe asked. “I don't know yet.” “You should come. The entire school will be there. Besides, the dance team is performing too. Your sister is already talking about it.” I looked at her. “She's joining the dance team?” “She's considering it. She wants to be part of the opening performance.” That sounded like my sister. She loved being seen. I couldn't blame her for that. Wanting attention wasn't a crime. But I knew how far she could go when she believed som

The following afternoon, I stayed behind after the final lesson to speak with one of my teachers about my academic performance. By the time I left the classroom, most students had already gone to their activities. I was walking past the sports hall when a sudden cheer drew my attention. Curiosity made me stop. Through the open doors, I could see a basketball game in progress. Several boys were practicing on the court. Their shoes squeaked against the polished floor, and the coach's whistle cut through the noise. Ethan was at the center of the action. He moved with a confidence I hadn't noticed in the hallway. He was quick, focused, and surprisingly controlled. When another player missed a pass, Ethan caught the ball before it rolled out of bounds and sent it back without wasting a second. There was nothing lazy about him. Nothing careless. He looked like someone who had decided what he wanted and was willing to work for it. “Blackwood! Watch your left!” The coac

The first thing I saw when I entered the classroom the next morning was my sister standing beside Alexander. They were laughing. Not the polite kind of laughter people shared with classmates, but the easy, familiar laughter of two people who believed they had found something worth exploring. My sister's blonde hair fell over her shoulders as she leaned toward him, showing him something on her phone. Alexander looked down at the screen, smiling. For a moment, I stood at the doorway. In my previous life, I had seen that smile thousands of times. I had believed it meant I was special, that I occupied a place in his heart no one else could reach. Now I knew better. A charming smile could make a person feel chosen without promising them anything real. I walked to my desk. “Good morning, Margaret,” Chloe greeted me. “Good morning.” She followed my gaze toward the front of the classroom. “Your sister and Alexander seem to be getting along very well.” “They do.” “Y

The following morning, I arrived at school with a clear plan. I would submit my registration forms, attend my classes, and spend the afternoon studying. If there was enough time, I would also visit the library to look for materials that could help me prepare for the academic competition. It was a simple plan. Unfortunately, my sister had a talent for making simple things complicated. I found her standing beside the school noticeboard, surrounded by three girls from the dance team. They were discussing their performance for the upcoming basketball tournament, their voices filled with excitement. When she noticed me, she smiled. “Margaret! Come here for a moment.” I stopped beside them. “What is it?” “I was just telling the girls that you might help us with the performance.” I looked at her in surprise. “Help you with what?” “The dance performance, obviously.” She said it as though the answer should have been obvious. One of the girls, a tall brunette named O