All Chapters of The Sister He Never Chose : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

SEREIAThe mansion was quiet when we walked in. It was too quiet. The kind of quiet that felt like the walls were holding their breath. Gracie stood in the foyer. Her hands were clasped in front of her. Her face was pale and I was sure that she had been waiting, for hours."Where is she?" she asked frantically immediately she sighted us. "Where's Liyana?""She's at the hospital " I whispered. "She's stable. The doctors are taking care of her." I added trying to assure her.Gracie’s eyes filled with tears. "What happened? I've been calling your phone for hours."I hugged her. "She's okay, Gracie. She’s going to be okay.""What happened? What did the doctors say?"I led her to the living room and Valerian followed. We sat down and I told her everything. The tests. The bone marrow failure. The transplant. Valerian being a match.Gracie stared at Valerian. "You're a match? How?""The doctor said it's markers " Valerian shrugged . "Just a coincidence." He added.Gracie repeated, "A coinc

SEREIAChapter 164I did not have an answer to give.Gracie stood beside me at the window. Her arms were. Her face was pale. The press was lined up along the fence. Camera’s were pointed through the bars and faces were pressed against the gaps."Why are they here?" Gracie had asked earlier but I wasn’t sure on what to tell her.I looked at Valerian and he looked right back at me.Gracie’s eyes moved between Valerian and me. "What? What is it?" she asked.I took a breath. My chest felt tight. My hands were cold."Gracie there is something you need to know " I whisperedHer face went tighter. "What happened? Is Liyana okay?" she asked me."Liyana is fine. This is not about Liyana’s health " I said to Gracie."Then what?" Gracie asked me.I looked at Valerian again. Valerian nodded at me."The DNA test " I said to Gracie. "The one the court ordered " I told Gracie.Gracies hand went to her chest. "What about it?""Lucas is not the father " I answered.Gracie blinked. "What do you mean Lu

SEREIAThree days went by slowly.I sat next to Liyana’s bed every morning every afternoon and every night. Valerian sat on the side of her bed. We did not talk much. There was nothing to say. We just sat there. Watched her breathe. We listened to the machines beeping. We saw the color coming back to her cheeks.I couldn’t stop thinking about the night Liyana was conceived. I remembered the rain, the street and the man who yelled at me. I remembered the bar and the whiskey. I remembered his hands on my waist and his mouth on my neck. It was one night. One stupid night.. Now we had a daughter.I looked at Valerian across Liyana’s bed. He was staring at her face. He did not know I was watching him. He did not know I was thinking about that night.I looked away as blush creeped up my cheeks.---On the third day Liyana’s fingers moved. I was holding her hand when it happened. It was a small movement. I thought I had imagined it. Then her eyes flittered open."Liyana?" My voice was roug

SEREIAThe front door barely clicked shut before I heard the tornado coming.“Mommy! Mommy! He’s here!”Liyana hit the stairs at a dead sprint, purple dress swirling, rabbit dangling from one fist like she’d forgotten she was holding it. A week ago she could barely make it to the bathroom without stopping to catch her breath. Now she nearly took out the side table.I caught my coffee cup before it tipped and watched her launch herself at Valerian the second he stepped through the door, full body, no hesitation, like he might disappear if she didn’t get there fast enough.“Daddy!”He caught her mid-air with a grunt that turned into a laugh halfway through. “Easy — you’re going to knock me over.”“You’re too big to knock over!”“I was only gone two hours.”“That’s too long,” she said, face already mashed into his shoulder, and he just kissed the top of her head like that settled it.“I agree.”I stood in the doorway and didn’t say anything. Daddy. Like she’d been saying it her whole lif

SEREIAThe sun was already warm by the time I made it downstairs, and I blamed myself for that — I’d lingered in bed far longer than I should have, letting the morning stretch out lazy and slow, in no hurry to start a day that already felt different from the ones before it. A few weeks had passed since everything settled. Since Liyana came home. Since the nightmare that had swallowed our lives finally let go. Since things started feeling, impossibly, like they were ours again.The house was too quiet when I stepped into the hallway, and for half a second the old fear flickered — that particular kind of quiet I used to dread, the one that meant something was wrong. But then I heard it: muffled giggling drifting up from the kitchen, someone shushing someone else and failing badly at it. I let the breath go and smiled as I walked down the stairs barefoot, the wood cool under my feet.The kitchen door was cracked open just enough for a sliver of light and flour dust to spill into the ha