He Chose My Sister Novels & Stories

Way too far. "This can never happen again," I said while backing away from him. "Jacob..." "Let's never talk about this again either. My sister likes you a lot. And I won't forgive you if you break her heart. If you want to be with a man, then tell her and choose someone else. Not me. It can never be me," I announced, then walked away without giving him the chance to speak. I knew I was being harsh, but as I said, if it's between him and my little sister, I'd choose her. I may be a shitty person, but I was not a shitty brother. She looked up to me and I could never let her down.

"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.

“She didn’t choose!” SHE CHOSE YOU. The memory shattered. Evelyn fell to her knees. Alexander caught her. “Evelyn.” She looked up at him. “She chose me.” “Who?” “My sister.” The woman stood several feet away. Tears were running down her face. Evelyn stared at her. “You remember.” The woman nodded. “Yes.” “You went through the door.” “Yes.” “You chose me.” “Yes.” “Why?” The woman looked away. “Because someone had to stay.”

But he is beyond what he portrays "You don't know him like I do," I say quietly. “Sometimes I feel bad for you because you don’t know him.” "You are only blinded by love." She grabs my hands and holds them tight. "Please, Charles. I'm your sister. Your only family left. Choose me over him. That is the only thing I am asking right now. You have always been choosing him, for once in your life choose me”

The way he looked at her, proud, like she’d always been his. When he said “my wife”—I almost laughed. I didn’t. I just drank my wine and let my chest burn. Wife. It’s a strange word when it’s meant to be yours. She used to be mine. Not anymore. I leaned forward, elbows on the desk, eyes fixed on nothing. The truth is, I didn’t choose her sister out of love. It was a business decision. Her sister had more leverage—equity, position, promises. That’s what my father needed to see before handing me the company.

"So, if there is not any iota of doubt in you would you throw you believe that I would fall in love with you?" That was a trick question and no matter how I wanted to answer it he already had his answers dished out probably waiting to be given to me. "I believe that I can be loved by the right person but you have not shown me anything that makes me believe that you are willing to choose me above the noise of the world." The noise referred to my sister. She was hell-bent on digging her claws into his skin but I wasn't sure if he understood this one bit. "You don't want me to go off on him, do you?" He asked

“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?”

Jake didn’t react immediately. “I never gave you permission to speak about what’s mine.” His voice was quiet, deadly even. Chris burst into laughter. “Oh? Don’t tell me you actually like her? Over your fiancée…who, by the way, you don’t even deserve?” He looked around mockingly, his gaze landing on Lily. “Look, Lily. You should have come to me when I offered. You are really going to stand there and watch him choose your worthless sister over you? I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Wow! Are all these for me?” Her hand stretches toward the shopping bags neatly placed on the back seat. Before she can grab one, I catch her wrist mid-air. “No. They’re not for you.” Her brows knit together. “Then who would they be for? I’m your only sister. You can’t possibly choose someone else over me.” “Says the sister who ditched her brother for another man,” I shoot back, shifting into drive. Her confident expression falls slightly. “Wow, Rayner. You’re still angry about that?”

He lifted Bella into his arms and walked out without a second glance. The door slammed shut behind him. I lay on the cold floor, letting my blood soak into my dress. Slowly, I placed a hand on my flat stomach. There was once a tiny heartbeat there. Now, there was only silence. My phone slid out of my bag on the floor. The screen lit up, showing a picture of my sister, Lily. She was smiling, bathed in sunlight. I picked it up with a trembling hand, staining the screen with my blood. "Lily… I’m so sorry…"