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

“Didn't take you five seconds to reject me when you chose me over my sister so how about we skip the silky attempts to be funny, and get this over and done with?” Kael's smile faltered and he quickly averted his gaze but not before I caught the flash of pain on his face. Good. Let him be pained, though he has no right to be considering that I was the victim in this situation. Yes he might have his ego wounded but he had no idea what it is like - being tossed aside, for your sister who had always been everyone's favourite since you were kids, losing that sister only to be approached again like you were nothing but a second option.

“I have never for once see you as a … I always see you just like my sister…and I cant even begin to see you differently. TO BE CONTINUED

"Ask who for help? Your mother? The same one who couldn’t help you?” That hit me straight to the gut that I gasped. “There was no help. Just choices that all ended with someone I love getting hurt." "So you chose me." "I chose my sister." The distinction didn't make it hurt less. I'd trusted him. Completely. Let him see me at my worst, let him teach me control, let him into the parts of myself I'd been terrified to acknowledge. And the whole time he'd been planning this. "How long?" I asked. "What?"

“ You know I never touched your sister…” “ It doesn't change the fact that you chose her over me, and shared your life with a woman who took one of my children from me. It doesn't change the fact that you looked me straight in the eyes and acted like I held no importance to you. It doesn't change the fact that you found out about the baby and chose to be silent.”

My sister and I got into a car crash. My heart was ruptured, and I needed immediate surgery if I were to live. My mother, being the director of her hospital, sent all the doctors to my sister instead, all just to check on her. She barely got hurt. I pleaded and begged for my mother to save me, but impatience got the better of her. She roared, "This isn't the time to take any attention away from your sister! She almost had a bone fracture!"

But he is beyond what he portrays "You don't know him like I do," I say quietly. “Sometimes I feel bad for you because you don’t know him.” "You are only blinded by love." She grabs my hands and holds them tight. "Please, Charles. I'm your sister. Your only family left. Choose me over him. That is the only thing I am asking right now. You have always been choosing him, for once in your life choose me”

Maybe was a slim, fickle thing. A flash of memory—a woman’s voice, the way Selene had looked at me when she asked me to choose returned like a fresh cut. I had lost a sister years ago. The weight of that memory bent me now. I could not …no, I would not let another boy slip away the way I had let the other slip. Not again.

I said. She looked at me. "I've known for a while," I said. "I just haven't said it back yet." She was very still. "Aurora," I said. "Yes." "You are the sister I chose," I said. "Not in the complicated way. In the simple, complete way." I held her gaze. "Tomorrow you stand beside me in the ceremony. Not behind me, not watching from the courtyard, beside me, because that is where you have been from the beginning and that is where you will be."

I shrug, trying to tell myself the bitter truth no matter how much it hurts. “You know I really liked you with my boss. He looked happy.” I don't know if Denise is trying to comfort me or to scratch my wounds that have barely healed yet. “But it wasn't. I... I wasn't the one to make him happy. Rather it was my sister who always made him happy, not me.” I start to feel vulnerable again because I start to only imagine that the relationship Michael and I ever had was only a morbid affair. There were moments we shared which I'll always hold dearly but I know it all meant nothing to Michael. It couldn't mean anything because my sister was always his priority and love. He will of course only cheri

The whisper of a sister, a confidante, a mirror image. "He's going to choose me." I said nothing. "He's going to choose me because he always chooses me. He chose me in that hotel room when he looked at you and saw a monster. He chose me this morning when he stood in front of a room full of cameras and called me his future. And he's going to choose me now, when it matters most, when the choice is stripped down to its simplest, most primal form." "Because you're carrying his child?" I asked.