Torn Between Sisters

He's Mine Not yours part1

A heart die's she it is not able to share it feelings
But a heart kills itself when another heart does not understand its feelings.

Here's a revised version that emphasizes Tiara's jealousy and anger toward Amara:

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Tiara was still seething from the night before. She sensed something had happened between Anthony and Amara; he had barely spoken to her, only emerging to wish his parents a happy anniversary before retreating to his office.

"Hey, Mom, have you seen Amara?" she asked as she walked into the kitchen.

"No, I haven't," her mother replied, sipping her tea.

"She was outside talking to Anthony," Natasha added, and Tiara's heart sank.

"Thanks," she said, striding outside, but Amara was nowhere to be found. Frustrated, Tiara marched back upstairs to her room.

"Amara, we need to talk!" she barged in, her voice sharp. Amara looked at her in surprise.

"We have nothing to talk about, Tiara," she replied, continuing to pack her bag. Tiara felt a surge of anger.

"Yes, we do! Look, Anthony is mine! Why are you always trying to take my man?" she yelled, her voice laced with fury. Did Amara really think she could come between them?

"Tiara, I'm not playing this game with you," Amara shot back, pushing past her as she packed up her makeup. Tiara felt her jealousy boiling over—how could her sister be so oblivious?

"He going to be my husband so what ever you hand with him is in the past", she sat on.the bed staring at me I look at her what is she talking about.

"What are you talking about".

"You know what I know both of you were in a relationship before his accident"I stared at her in shock so she knew this all along and yet she still going through it.

"I don't want to talk about this" I took up my suitcase and walk out with she behind me talking I wasn't paying her no mind.

"Where are you going", she stamped her feet like a little child.

"Tiara I'm done you find another maid of honour I'm done" I yelled I was so frustrated.

"You can't do this to me Amara after everything", she started crying those tears weren't real I know her too well.

"I don't care Tiara you knew my situation all this time and we want be to pretend that I'm ok when I'm not what kind of sister are you look in my face yet you lied and you asked me to be your maid of honor I don't even recognize you anymore".

"Amara".

"Here's a revised version that emphasizes the father's hatred and Amara's emotional turmoil:

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"Don't 'Amara' me, Tiara! I won't be coming to the wedding." I opened the door when I suddenly heard my name.

"Amara," Dad called, and I turned to see him, along with Natasha, Mom, and Alex, entering the living room.

"What's the meaning of this?" he snapped, glaring at Tiara, who was still dripping crocodile tears as she dramatically hugged him.

"I'm going home and I won't be coming back," I replied flatly, exhausted by the conversation.

"Amara, if you walk out of this house, you're no longer a part of this family," he warned, his voice icy and resolute. I was stunned; to say I was shocked was an understatement.

"Fred, you can't say that," my mother interjected, panic rising in her voice.

"Don't tell me what I can and cannot do, Susanna. She's no longer my child." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving a gaping wound in my chest. Hurt flooded over me as I grabbed my suitcase and opened the door, refusing to look back.

"Mar," Alex said softly as he approached. I wanted to cry so badly, the weight of my father's rejection crushing me.

"Hey" he hugged me and I broke down in his arms.

"How could he do this to me Alex his own daughter".

"I know Mara shhh everything is going to be ok make sure you call me everyday I'll call stop by your place tomorrow to talk" he rubbed my back and kiss my forehead.

"I will", I wipe my tears and drove home pulling up I saw a black car then two security guard at my door I knew he was here.

I walk up to the door and they open firme to enter as if this isn't my house.

"Good your home" he speak he was setting on one of the couch.

"What are you doing in my house" I spoke calmly.

"I'm the one asking the question",he walk slower towards me.

Here's a revised version that highlights Amara's fear for her life due to her past experiences:

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"I warned you about Anthony, Amara. Or do I have to bring you back to my house to remind you? It will be worse than the first time," he said harshly, his eyes narrowing.

The memories of that hellhole flooded back, and I shuddered. No matter how hard I tried to forget, the scars on my back served as a constant reminder.

"Answer me!" he shouted, his voice rising. Panic surged through me as I started to step back.

"No!" I gasped, glancing at the stairs before making a run for it. I quickly opened my bedroom door and locked it behind me, my heart racing.

"Amara, open the door!" he yelled, banging against it. I fumbled for my phone, but it was still in my car. This was not my day. He continued to pound on the door, and I feared it would break down any second.

Desperate, I tried to push the dresser against the door for extra protection, but it wouldn't budge. My hands trembled as I strained to move it, panic tightening in my chest.

"Amara, open the door," he said, this time in a calm, almost sinister tone. I felt dread wash over me. This wasn't good at all. Suddenly, I heard a loud crack as he kicked the door down.

I sprinted toward the bathroom, but he grabbed my waist, pulling me back. Terror coursed through me; I was trapped, and I could feel the darkness of my past closing in around me.

"Now where you thinking your going" he whispered in my ears.

"Leave me alone", I kicked and screamed.

He held me against the wall and held my wrist I tried to move my hands but he held it tighter with each move I make.

"Amara, Amara, Amara you begin a naughty little girl the is the last warning I'm giving you".

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