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

We were both the same, unlike our older brother. She stepped closer. "You're never coming back, are you?" This was the hard part. The part where I had to tell my sister our goodbye would be permanent. I had to choose between a life of blood, deceit, and war…or her. And I chose her, but that meant never returning. Never coming back. I couldn't risk it.

Did he have feelings for me? I looked at my hands, then slowly lifted my gaze to meet his. “Disappointing the people I love,” I murmured. “And… never finding where I truly belong.” His expression shifted—almost pained. “You already do belong,” he murmured. Those words hit something deep inside me, something I didn’t even realize was waiting to be touched. My throat tightened. I was always different from my sister. While she easily made friends and was social with a lot of people, I found it hard to talk openly or even start a conversation with people I didn't know.

“He didn’t love you,” She peered at me now, a battle of control waged in those orbs of hers that bore no resemblance to mine. “But why couldn’t he? I mean, I’d proven to him that we were good enough for each other so why did he choose my sister?” “Because the heart will always want what it wants no matter how hard you try to steer it away,” I sighed. “I know that, that’s why I did what I did,” My eyes squinted, my voice taking the deep route. “What did you do?”

And that was the problem. "I... I don't regret it either," I admitted. "But I hate how we did it." He nodded slowly wiping my tears. "And I would still choose you over again." "Ethan! You don't get to say that like it's heroic," I replied gently. "Because choosing me equally means losing her." His jaw tightened. "No, this is not about choosing someone to lose the other. I'm not losing my sister. It's not possible," he said firmly I looked at him with a half-sarcastic smile. "You already did tonight by choosing me."

But now I can’t unsee it. I scrub my hand over my face, groaning. “Jesus Christ.” She shakes her head and looks down at her food, though she hasn’t touched it in minutes. “You wanted the truth. That’s the truth. I chose my sister. I’ll always choose her. Don’t ask me to apologize for it, because I won’t.”

When my parents divorced, they agreed that my sister and I would each live with one of them for a year, then switch. Every September, we traded houses. One daughter with Mom for the school year, the other with Dad. But every handoff turned into a fight over my younger sister, Quinn. "Quinn, come away with Mom for fall break." Dad frowned. "She's with me this year. Stop interfering." Mom's smile went thin. "Last year I had a business trip and left her with you for seventeen days. I want those days back." "It wasn't a full seventeen days. It was sixteen days and eight hours." Quinn sighed sweetly. "If only I could split myself in half." They argued for a long time, and in the end they

I looked at him. "You had me tortured," I said. My voice was even. "You had me thrown in a dungeon. You let them put me in a van and sell me." I paused. "You chose my sister over your fated mate and then you made sure I couldn't tell anyone what that meant." He flinched with his whole body. "I know."

My six-year-old daughter, Lily Hayes, lay unconscious after a car hit her. My husband, Ethan Hayes, was a surgeon, but he insisted on doing my sister Vivian's minor surgery first. He said Vivian's husband had died saving his life, and he couldn't turn his back on my sister and her son. He assigned other doctors to save Lily and went into Vivian's operating room himself. Lily survived, but she lost her right forearm and her left lower leg. When Lily woke up, she told me Vivian had pushed her out of the safe area behind the stone bollards and into the path of the out-of-control car. I asked for the accident to be investigated. My mother slapped me. Instead of stopping her, Ethan grabbed my wri

“Then just assume I’m being difficult.” Leonora immediately walked over. “Jonathan, don’t blame her.” She took my hand. “Adele probably just isn’t used to having me back yet.” Then she turned slightly and gave Anthony a meaningful look. The boy caught on immediately. He took Jonathan’s hand and begged him to go play with him in the back garden. After the two of them left, my sister pulled me down beside her. “Actually, I’ve always been grateful to you for what you did.” “If you hadn’t married him in my place, I don’t even know what would have happened at that wedding seven years ago.”

A week before our wedding, Kane Orsini bought two islands, one for me and one for my younger sister, Zelinda Bellucci. But Zelinda pointed to the island in the photos that was meant for me. "I like this one." As he'd done countless times before, Kane didn't ask what I wanted. He just ruffled Zelinda's hair and said, "Okay." Then he looked at me. "She's your sister. Just let her have it." Just let her have it. Kane said those words more than anything else. I thought I'd do what I always did: swallow my feelings and say "okay." But I heard my own voice say, "That's your wedding gift to me. I don't want to give it up." Kane looked a little surprised, but he just raised an eyebrow and smiled. "I