He Chose My Sister But It Was Always Me 소설 & 이야기

She persisted in her pleading. Why, when there are so many men in the world to choose from, did we have to prefer the same one? If she had informed me earlier that she liked Mark, it's possible that I would have been more prepared to give him up and let him have what he desired. Simply put, it's because she's my sister. With the passing of my mother and the absence of my father, I used to have a lot of love for her since she was the only person who was there for me. Because I am her older sister, I was prepared to go to any lengths in order to ensure her happiness... I was her ally through all of her struggles in the past, and what is yielding if it means she will feel my love for her... Yet

I didn't know what I had done is right or wrong but I knew one thing; if I didn't do that then I won't be able to breathe. "Wow.. So you finally choose Mina over your own sister?? Jasmine asked "I am sorry but you're not my sister because the sister I know will never do anything to hurt his brother and moreover you're the one that chose whatever is bothering you over your brother... I am still finding it too hard to believe if you're indeed my sister or not because you've changed a lot " I said and I swallowed my spit hard while I turned to the direction where my mom, step mom and dad was standing

“What if I want you to live, what if I need my sister?” She laughed, a pitying, miserable noise at the idea. “Kate, we both know I have destroyed what we had. Every bad thing about me, the demon multiplied, but it was still me. I loved being popular, passing exams and having money. It was amazing. I didn’t even feel bad for the longest time. I always chose you Kate, my sister. I never picked anyone else until I had to.”

Way too far. "This can never happen again," I said while backing away from him. "Jacob..." "Let's never talk about this again either. My sister likes you a lot. And I won't forgive you if you break her heart. If you want to be with a man, then tell her and choose someone else. Not me. It can never be me," I announced, then walked away without giving him the chance to speak. I knew I was being harsh, but as I said, if it's between him and my little sister, I'd choose her. I may be a shitty person, but I was not a shitty brother. She looked up to me and I could never let her down.

Sister please Stop calling me your sister , stop calling me that , I am not and I will never be your sister that you know already done the moment that you decided to take the company away from me . You knew all this while , you knew all along that they were not going to let me have that company , I was supposed to have that company at 23 , but I was decided and they sent me away to work somewhere and get more expertise and for the good of our family company , I believe and I decided to take that .

he said as if he wants just discovering that I had a sister even though he had literally been married to her for some time now and then he just scratch the back of head and shrubs he said that if it wasn't for the fact that we share so many features to get up he wouldn't even notice anything about my sister. Maybe it was because everybody had constantly been choosing her over me my entire life the fact that she was being run to the ground made me feel satisfied finally there was somebody choosing me first but I realise that it was an embarrassing that you have especially since he had married her and not me but what did I say he was in my bed now and not her son he was planning to spend all t

Instead, I want you to be my fuck toy. "Why only me?"She grabbed my collar and put that folder on desk. I didn't feel any anger from her touch but instead, patted her cheeks. "Because you were the one that I chose two years ago," I sternly replied as bitterness overcame me as I thought of the time she had left. Not from me, but from my brother.... Yes, From my brother. Flashback "Brother, I'm going to offer you the most gorgeous gift for your birthday; all you have to do is choose it from what I've sent you ", I uttered before terminating the call.

Maybe he’s worried about his father. “Please,” he said, barely audible. “I’ll do anything. I swear. Just don’t let her die.” I hated him in that moment. And I loved him. And I hated myself for that. My chest felt like it was splitting open. Everything I had buried rushed back. The bond. The pain. The love. The betrayal. The longing. All of it crashing into me at once. I looked at my sister. I didn’t hesitate anymore. “Fine,” I said hoarsely. “I’ll do it.” Not for him. For her. Because Alexandra had always chosen me. And I would always choose her.

"I chose you. I chose you every single day, I chose you over my mother, over my sister loud and clear. So don't you dare talk to me about a knife in your back." I stared at him, my pulse slowing down. I didn't move for a long time. "You stayed away," I said, my voice low, stripped of the anger. It was just a cold statement of fact now. "I stayed away," he repeated, "I let her suffer because you told me she didn't exist. I chose the father who killed my mother over the sister who had nobody. Every night I close my eyes, I see her face, and every morning I wake up and chose you again."

You should listen to me too, sister, I said, my voice reaching out as I stretched my hand toward her, but before I could touch her, she shifted back. No, you ceased being my sister the very moment you chose him over me, she said. Juliana, stop all this joke. You know we only have each other. Please, I cried, not ready to lose the only sister I had as family. Well, you have to choose between us, she said as she reached for another cigarette.