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

Once, he had stayed awake beside me through an entire night when I was sick, changing the cloth on my forehead and refusing to let me apologize for keeping him up. Those memories were real. So was the man who had left me waiting alone on our anniversary because my sister needed him more. Love had not made those moments meaningless. It had simply made the disappointment harder to name. “Please return this one as well,” I told the housekeeper. She glanced at the open box, then at my face. “Are you certain, miss?” “Yes.” The word came easily this time.

You can't just give me up like this. He still didn't understand. The crack between us hadn't appeared after term started, or even when he put me on that bus. From the moment he chose to change his application without telling me, our ending had already been set. I typed one last reply. "It wasn't that we had always been good together. I was the one who kept giving in to you. "And I don't want to live like that anymore."

Then her expression softened. “I know you love me. But if I’m going to build something that belongs to me, I need to be allowed to stand on my own.” I nodded. “I promise.” She looked at me for another moment. Then she said quietly, “I want you to choose me as your sister, not because you need me as your Queen.” The words settled heavily in my chest. I stepped closer and pulled her into a hug. “I’ve already chosen you.” She hugged me back. “As my sister,” I whispered.

Will he choose me? I stared at him. He was also looking at me... no emotion, I wanted to approach him but shit --I have no courage to do it. But I firmly stepped towards him but I felt even more pain in my heart when I saw him approach and hug my sister that is more hurtful from my father's slap awhile ago. Suddenly I stopped walking, because all my questions have been answered… just by looking at them. Eddy was right, "He will never choose you over his wife." My friend's words sounded like a broken record over and over again in my brain.

In every matter he considered himself different from his parents then why won't when it came to his sister. Wasn't she the same sister he used to love to play when he was just 6 years old? Wasn't she the same sister that he would bring all his toys to- even his favourite ones that he hated to even let anyone touch? Wasn't she the same sister that always let him have the upper hand and never threw him under the bus but rather received all the beatings from her mother so he wouldn't have to? Was she not the same sister that cooked him his favourite meal every weekend even though he never acknowledged her? Was she not the same sister that cried with him at the age of 3 when he was 8 and got yel

“Dammit. Do you think it’s easy for me to be here and hear you say these things to me? Do you think I’m not suffering? I’m humiliating myself for you. I’m trying to give us the chance that we deserve. I know I can make you happy, Luca. I’ll make you the happiest man alive. And you won’t have to worry about crazy damn sisters who want me dead.” I looked up at her slowly. “What did you say?” Her cheeks were red. “You heard me.” “Let me make you understand one thing,” I said, strolling toward her. I grabbed her by the arm and she gasped. “I’d always choose her. Her sister might stab me right in the heart and I’d choose her. Hell, she could kill me and I’d still pick her. Once you get that throu

I said firmly. "Go on, she's not my sister." I was stunned by what he said. He tapped me on the shoulder and smiled. "Let's go and find Lucas. I love your child so I will choose the child over my sibling."

"I can't believe you didn't tell me. I'm your brother. Sure, we always fight and argue but you are my sister. I'm always gonna choose your side even if I don't like it." I hug him back, "Thanks."

My careful planning felt like a joke under the weight of his money and power. For the first time in my life, I finally understood why people always said to strike when the iron was hot. "Ariana, I choose you!" He paused momentarily. His voice was filled with pain as he continued, "She's gone overboard, but she's my only sister. I'll send her abroad and forbid her from returning unless there's an emergency. "Isn't that what you've always wanted? I promise that I will never let her hurt you again." "What do you mean you chose me? What right do you have to choose me?" I said coldly.

"Maybe. But we can't change the past. I was too afraid, and you were so far out of my reach. I didn't think I stood a chance. No no, I knew I didn’t stand a chance. My own parents chose my sister. Why would you choose me? It’s not to hurt you, it’s a just a fact." He squeezed my hand, his grip firm yet gentle. “I’m choosing you now. And I hope you know I’ll choose you from now on, i won’t be changing my mind on that.” I should believe that. Even as I swooned, i just couldn’t believe it. His words didn’t match my reality.