He Chose My Sister Novels & Stories

Because I wasn’t his sister. And I didn’t want to be. I wanted him to look at me the way he looked at her. The way his eyes lit up whenever Tina entered the room. The way he always, always chose her. But instead, I was just the sister figure. The girl who tagged along. The one who stayed invisible unless he needed something. “Frank,” I said quietly, “I can’t go. I have work.” That seemed to catch his attention. He looked almost proud of himself when he said, “Oh, about that…”

He turned and walked out through the lobby doors without looking back. I watched him go. Three days ago, Ethan had stood in front of two hundred people and chosen my sister. Now he couldn’t even look at the man I was marrying. The difference mattered.

“I lived your pain. I know every touch you hated,stay with me and we win together.” Richard Cross smiled from the corner. “Listen to her. She is useful, your real sister was weak. This one understands power.” I looked at Liam. He watched me with love and worry. Chloe cried quietly beside Marcus, Sophia and Elena held each other tight. Damien stood ready with his gun. Everyone waited for my words. Inside I thought, I cannot follow this fake person. My real sister died trying to fight. I must honor her memory even if it kills me. “I choose my real sister,” I said in a clear voice. “I choose to fight like she did. I will not become a monster.”

I will take everything. I remembered the day I tried to take my sister's husband. I remembered his face. He looked at me with disgust. He chose her over me. He always chose her. Everyone always chose her. Not anymore. Now I choose. I choose to destroy them. I choose to take what is mine. I will erase their memory. I will take their legacy.

“Yes.” “No,” he repeated firmer this time. “My sister made her own choices.” I laughed bitterly through tears. “And yet people still die because of your family.”

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."

My younger brother and I were hit by the same truck. My liver ruptured. He walked away with a few scrapes. But our mother, the director of the hospital, signed my discharge papers without telling anyone, just so she could keep the best surgeons available for him. With the last of my strength, I called and begged her to save me. "How did I give birth to a selfish bad seed like you?" she snapped. "Will you only be happy when you've killed your brother?" In the end, I died, just as Mom wanted. But the mother who had never liked me went gray overnight.

My adopted sister, Sofia Leone, was the orphaned daughter of my father's most loyal right-hand man, Enzo Bellini. She'd just been diagnosed with kidney failure. Just because our blood types matched, my family ordered me to give her one of my kidneys. I refused and fought them on it for three months. Everyone in the Leone family called me cold and selfish behind my back, saying I'd rather stand by and watch my own family die. The day Sofia came out of emergency surgery, my brother, Dylan Leone, came to my room looking exhausted. He was the future Don of the Leone family. "Sofia's still so young. Her life is only just beginning. "It's just one kidney. It won't really affect your health. Aria,

Pavel always said his jealousy proved he cared, that I was his future mate and should have eyes for no one but him. I once asked what that meant for him and Vivienne. And he would say Vivienne was my sister, and that staying close to her was all for my sake. I had thought that was simply how couples behaved. Then Caleb told me that before I became anyone's mate, I was still my own person. Looking into Caleb's clear, honest eyes, I thought a lifetime with someone like him would not be bad at all. I took his hand and was about to speak when a commotion broke out at the entrance to the altar.

In New York's Cosa Nostra, girls were lining up to marry Matteo Rinaldi. The Don’s heir. My sister, Stella, and I both attended the selection gala. Stella was the favorite. The future Donna. But she wasn't chosen. The family swarmed her. Comforting her. I stood in the corner with the diamond ring in my hand. The one from Matteo. I wanted to tell them. He chose me. But the words wouldn't come out. Because a nightmare had just flashed through my mind. A vision of my future. In that vision, I told them everything that Matteo picked me. Stella, humiliated, bought a ticket to Europe the next day. I married Matteo. But my family wasn't happy for me. They saw me in my wedding dress at the church. T