He Chose My Sister Novels & Stories

he hissed after his fiancée was done squawking her indignation in his ear. “You are right,” he said into the line once more, “I do not care. She is my sister and my family will always come first. Take your time to decide where you stand and then make your choice. You are not tethered to me and I will not stand by as you make my sister cry.”

Three small words that could change everything. But I swallowed them. Because the truth was cruel. My sister was his first love. And though he cared for me, more than he should, more than he admitted, I knew deep down that choosing him now, in this moment, would be taking advantage of a wound that still bled. If he ever had to pick, he would choose Lily. He always had. He always would. Besides… if I died today, I doubted it would destroy him the way losing Lily would. So I held it all in.

I said. I swallowed the lump in my throat. I have never had my heart broken before and it feels like someone’s punched me in the stomach. “I know it’s hard to believe, but I’ve been trying to come up with another plan to get my sister back. If you think about it, I’ve had plenty of opportunities to get your blood.” He said, “I don’t know why he chose her. I think it’s because she knew we were close to a witch family.” “Trying to steal a witches' powers is one of the worst things you can do to us” I screamed.

“Milly, calm down.” A laugh ripped out of me. Calm down? CALM DOWN? I looked between both of them like my mind still refused to process what my eyes were seeing. “My sister?” My voice shook harder now. “Out of every woman in this city, you chose my sister?” Kara crossed her arms slowly. “You’re acting dramatic.” I stared at her in disbelief. Then suddenly anger exploded through me so hard it burned away the shock. I shoved her hard. “What is wrong with you?!”

“Sia. Speak.” I stepped forward without hesitation. “I do not know why the First Heir is saying this,” I said. “I have only ever regarded him as an elder brother. Never anything more. If there is a wolf he means, perhaps it is not me, but my half-sister, Veya.” Raine stared at me, panic flashing across his face. “No, Sia. I meant you. I have always meant you. How can you…” Then something seemed to click in his mind.

Closer. I turned sharply this time, wiping my tears angrily. “Why are on earth you here?” I snapped. “Haven’t you done enough?” His expression didn’t change. Calm. Controlled. Like always. “I needed to talk to you.” I laughed bitterly. “Talk?” I repeated. “About what? Have you not spoken enough? You completely ruined everything, you knew I was her sister, didn’t you?” His jaw tightened slightly. But he didn’t interrupt. “My sister…” My voice broke again, softer this time. “Do you even understand what this means?”

Out of all the men in the world, the one I had hooked up with twelve hours ago was sitting across the table from me, sipping my father’s wine while discussing his engagement to my sister. Yes, My Sister! My chest tightened, and I felt my stomach drop. The fork in my hand trembled. I stole a quick glance at them. His fingers were entwined with hers, a half-smile resting on his lips. The same fingers that had left marks around my neck. The same lips that had swept across my whole body.

On the night of the final showcase for the three-year designer development program, my parents weren't in the family seats reserved for me. They were sitting at the VIP table with Sophie, my foster sister. My boyfriend, Adrian Cole, was giving interviews in a silver-gray outfit that matched hers. A reporter smiled and asked, "You're both headed to New York, and tonight you're even dressed as a couple. Did the two of you plan that?" The people around them whooped. Adrian only smiled. "We've known each other for years. We have similar taste." No one knew that the dress Sophie was wearing was mine. I'd drafted the pattern and sewn the dress myself, and Adrian and I had planned our matching outf

Elias took me back to the apartment we used to share. The living room now held a comfortable, neatly made twin bed. He took a strawberry cake out of the fridge and set it in front of me. "I promised I would buy you one, didn't I?" The belated cake looked beautiful and delicious, but I had no appetite at all. "You did promise. But it's too late." His smile stiffened for a second, then he sat down beside me as though he hadn't heard. "I spent a long time choosing this bed. It's the best one at the furniture store.

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