My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59: Chapter 59 MY FAMILY SUCKS

SERAPHINA’S POV

I should’ve hung up right there and then—as soon as I heard her voice.

I shouldn’t have let her join the chorus of family members that simply wouldn’t let me be.

But then her voice cracked as she said, “Sera, please don’t hang up.”

I exhaled, dropping onto one of the chairs in the foyer—the same one Kieran had sat on while I treated his injury.

“I’m not hanging up,” I said, my voice tight. “What do you want?”

“I...” She took a shaky breath. “I just wanted to check up on you, dear. How are things? With your injury and training and—”

My incredulous snort cut her off, and I could hear the frown in her voice when she asked, “Is something funny, dear?”

I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. “Yeah. You are, Margaret. You’re hilarious.”

I heard her sharp intake of breath. “Mom,” she corrected softly.

I snorted again. “Margaret,” I insisted, “You spent ten years pretending I didn’t exist, only calling me after that to tell me about dad’s accident and to confirm my divorce, and now, what?” I chuckled bitterly. “You want to know how I am?”

“Sera, I care about you—”

“No, Margaret, you don’t. Fuck, why are you and Ethan so hell bent on gaslighting me into thinking the last ten years didn’t happen? You think cinnamon raspberry scones—which by the way, are Celeste’s favorites, not mine—are going to heal decade-old wounds?”

There was a thick, guilty silence, and I braced for another weepy apology. But then, my mother said, “Speaking of Celeste...”

My jaw dropped. Slammed against the fucking floor.

“Are you kidding me right now?” I asked. “Please, tell me this is some fucking joke.”

“Celeste is still your sister,” Margaret said softly, and the sound of that voice alone felt like nails dragged along the inside of my skull. “She’s reaching out, Sera. Inviting you to her party. Don’t you think that counts for something?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “You’re all the same, you and Ethan. You don’t really care about me. The only thing that truly matters to you is your precious fucking Celeste!”

“Sera—”

“Don’t ever call me again!”

“Sera, wait! There’s something else!”

I paused, my finger hovering over the red button. “What?” I hissed. “You want to plead Kieran’s case, too?’

Margaret sighed like she was the victim here, like she was the one constantly being disappointed and hurt by her so-called family. “Your father, before he passed... He asked me to try. To bring the family back together.”

I stiffen.

“My father,” I say slowly. “The man who declared that I was no daughter of his?”

“He made me promise. Said he didn’t want to leave the world with his daughters divided.”

Silence settles like dust between us. Heavy. Unwanted.

I didn’t trust her—wouldn’t ever forget how easily she let Celeste become the family’s golden girl while I was discarded like an inconvenient shadow.

But she said his name. And though he was the one who hurt me the most, somehow, his absence hurt even more.

“I’ll think about it,” I said finally, my voice flat.

It wasn’t a yes. But not a no either.

“Oh, Sera, that’s all I ask. Maybe we can all—”

I ended the call before she could start planning tea parties for me and Celeste.

I lay back in the seat, exhaling deeply.

I didn’t know whether to feel angry that there was yet another person who’d wronged me and was pretending to be nice to me for Celeste’s sake, or that I’d been basically guilt-tripped into actually considering patching things up with Celeste.

My family sucked.

A huff of exasperation slipped out of my mouth when I heard a knock on my door. Was it time for the third round?

Kieran or Ethan, who would my unlucky ass get now?

But I opened the door, and all my anger and ire faded away from me when Lucian smiled.

“Hey,” I greeted.

He chuckled when he took in the surprise on my face. “You forgot, didn’t you?”

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