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

“Liv!!!” “I knew it. I knew it would be her again. It’s always her. Everyone always loves Ava. Everyone always picks Ava. Everyone always…” “Liv,” he snapped, louder, “stop.” “No!” My voice cracked. “You think I’m stupid? You think I wouldn’t recognize my sister in a description? You think I wouldn’t see that she got to you too?” He didn’t shout back. He didn’t get defensive. He didn’t even blink. He just walked past me, out the door, down the hallway. For a second I froze because I thought he was leaving.

The phone kept ringing. ETHAN CALLING flashed against the screen over and over, the same name lighting up again the moment it went dark. I let it ring out, watched it stop, watched it start again ten seconds later like he couldn’t fathom that I simply wasn’t going to answer. He chose my sister. Now he couldn’t stop calling.

Words that couldn't decide if they wanted to be said out loud or swallowed back down. "My stepfather and sister—" Another shake of my head. "I don't think I was ever meant to be a part of their lives." I exhaled shakily. "And the one person I thought I was — the one I spent eight years of my life loving, believing was my future—" My voice fractured completely. "He walked up to my sister at the very moment I needed him most and called her his mate." I sniffed hard and wiped my face with the back of my hand even though more tears came right after.

“I need you to be functional.” There it was. The little sister’s voice. The same one he’d always used. *I need you to be functional.* Something in me went very quiet at that. Not the friend he loved. Not the girl he chose. The functional one. The one who kept the pieces together for everyone else and was never allowed to fall apart in front of him, not even now.

“You will always be my sister… Nothing you do will ever make me abandon you. I would make the same decisions every single time.” I turn on my heel, flip my hair back over my should and stalk out to meet my mate, throwing daggerous glares back at my sister and wondering why I ever missed her in the first place. She’s infuriating.

Then I stepped into the corridor to find the man who walked out on his sister… …and told me to choose whoever I want, when he’s the only one I have ever wanted so bad.

When Evelyn was six, her parents' enemies attacked, and she vanished in the chaos. Her parents spent nine years searching for her. When she came home at fifteen, Evelyn believed with all her heart that she finally belonged somewhere. But that very night, through a thick wooden door, she heard her younger sister Serena sobbing. "Now that she's back, will you still want me?" The next morning, Evelyn offered to give Serena the sunniest bedroom. Her mother hugged her and wept. Her father stroked her hair and told her again and again how understanding she was. Serena took her hand for the first time. For the first time since coming home, Evelyn felt fully embraced. From then on, Evelyn knew exact

My older sister, Bella, was a high-needs child. For eighteen years, my whole family revolved around her. For her birthday, Mom bought her a hand-made music box carved from rosewood. I got the cheap wooden comb they threw in for free. When our potions exam results came out, Dad bought Bella a moonstone necklace at an auction. I got the cheap beaded bracelet they threw in for free. Before the academy term started, we went shopping for things we needed. When the clerk said Bella’s dress didn’t come with a free gift, she looked worried. “But if there’s no free gift, what’s Emma going to get?” Mom stroked her hair. “Sweetheart, you’re always thinking of others.” Dad handed the clerk his credit ca

he lowly said before vanishing into the crowd. His eyes had been full of judgement, as if he couldn't believe I was choosing one sister over the other. But I wasn't. I just needed time to think. I set down my phone and went with her to cut her cake, smiling for more photos, dread growing in my stomach.

Caleb turned, guiding me away from the courtyard and leading me back toward his private executive wing. The moment the office door clicked shut behind us, isolating us from prying eyes, the strength drained from my legs. The emotional fatigue of the entire day—the cold stares, the petty sabotage, and my sister's hatred hit me all at once. My hands began to tremble. I dropped the folder onto the desk and leaned against the edge, swallowing hard against the lump in my throat. Caleb was at my side instantly. "Nora." "I'm fine," I murmured, staring down at my hands. "I'm used to it."