He Chose My Sister But It Was Always Me Novels & Stories

His expression shifted slightly as he listened. "My father took from me. My sister used me. Everyone always needed something." My voice trembled, but I didn't stop. "But this time, I’m choosing." Something in him seemed to snap. It wasn't violent, but it felt deep, like something inside him had just been claimed. He stepped even closer. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice softer now. I nodded, even though my heart was thudding loudly. "No," I admitted. "I’m terrified."

For months I had feared this moment. Now that it was here, I felt nothing but a vast, terrifying emptiness. The man I loved had chosen his sister when there was no way to choose both of us. And I still didn’t know if I could ever let him go. Or if I even wanted to.

Warren Sutton was a brilliant lawyer, famous for his success and for keeping everyone at a distance when it came to personal relationships. Rose Chapman, the heiress of the Chapman family, had swallowed her pride and gotten down on her knees to beg him to marry her. She had promised that she was willing to stand behind him and his career forever. She said that she respected his choice in focusing on his career. She would wait until he was ready to make their relationship public as she stood behind him, however long it took. She even said she would make him the most successful man in the world, and he would love her and only her, for the rest of his life. They had been married for fiv

"Where we know each other. Not as we were. But as something." Luna looked at her sister for a long time. She thought about growing up in the same house. About the sister who had been gracious and golden and perfectly positioned from the time they were children. About the specific loneliness of being the other one, the overlooked one, the one their mother had decided was a resource rather than a person. She thought about what Vivienne had said in the garden: I thought if the bond was there, the feelings would follow. She thought about a twenty-four-year-old woman who had loved someone and had been offered a tool to secure that love and had taken it, not understanding that tools like that didn

In New York's Cosa Nostra, girls were lining up to marry Matteo Rinaldi. The Don’s heir. My sister, Stella, and I both attended the selection gala. Stella was the favorite. The future Donna. But she wasn't chosen. The family swarmed her. Comforting her. I stood in the corner with the diamond ring in my hand. The one from Matteo. I wanted to tell them. He chose me. But the words wouldn't come out. Because a nightmare had just flashed through my mind. A vision of my future. In that vision, I told them everything that Matteo picked me. Stella, humiliated, bought a ticket to Europe the next day. I married Matteo. But my family wasn't happy for me. They saw me in my wedding dress at the church. T

After my older sister died in a car accident, my family couldn’t bear to let her go. So they hired a medium to summon her soul back. And just like that, my sister’s soul moved into my body. At first, my family promised they would only let her stay for three years. After three years, they would wake me up again. But three years passed. Then another three. And the bronze comb that could wake me remained buried at the bottom of a box. It wasn’t until the seventh year that Mom finally cried as she tried to place the bronze comb into my hair. She wanted me to stay in this body permanently. But I smiled and refused. They had all forgotten what the medium once told them. There was a tim

“I had to choose the closest thing to you. To hurt you the same way you hurt me when you told me that you couldn’t choose me over Nathan.” “Yoké.” I got up and walked towards him. “No, stay away.” He took a step back. “I chose your sister, and it was so easy getting her to fall in love with me. And I made myself a promise that I’ll live the rest of my life making you regret the decision you made that day.” I shook my head. “I regret it already. Won’t you stop?”

Was there ever a right choice? Was it too late for me to go back? … Nothing… This was the best choice. It was too late. This was the only option. Continuing on without her wouldn’t be easy, but for her, for our future I could do this. The quicker I did what I needed to do, the quicker I would have her back in my arms. I grunted as I pulled myself up onto the dry ground. I walked around to the edge of the waterfall and peered out. My sister waded in the water and stopped when it hit her waist. The loud rushing of the waterfall drowned out all noise, other than my thoughts. Sensing my gaze, she looked up at me and I at her.

I said to him as he turned to look at me stopping in our tracks. “I will never compare you to your sister. To me, you are the person I fell in love with. I fell in love with the woman who isn’t afraid of saying what comes to her mind. That’s who I fell in love with. You might look like your sister but I love the personality I met that night. The only woman who saw through me” he said as tears filled my eyes. “I love this woman, Not the other sister>,” He said to me as tears fell from my eyes.

“It hurts because I know she wasn’t perfect, but no matter what anyone says, she was still my sister, and I don’t agree with what that monster has done to her.” He let out a breath. “It hurts just as much to know that if she had walked away that day…it would’ve either been her or you.” My lips parted, but I didn’t speak. There was nothing I could say to make his pain any less. A chuckle escaped him. “And then I was thinking,” he shook his head. “that either I’m the worst brother or she was the worst sister because I know that if it ever came down to it, I would choose you above my own blood,” he said. “That’s how close we’ve gotten. That’s how much you mean to me. How much you get me…more th