Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 151: Her brother, His sister

"We need to talk about Bella," she said softly. Her voice cutting through the tension. Neither of them responded immediately. Instead, they looked at each other, exchanging a long, thoughtful glance.

It was as if the weight of her words had pulled them both back into the storm they were trying so hard to escape. Their silence spoke louder than any words could.

Jessica continued, her voice calm now but still laced with worry. "How do we handle this? How do we tell her the truth without breaking her? She is fragile and may not take too much shock."

Davis looked down at his hands, his brows furrowed in pain and thought. He didn’t have an answer. And even if he did, he wasn’t sure it would be the right one.

Elliot rubbed his temple slowly, his expression troubled. "Bella..." he muttered. "She doesn’t deserve another shock. Not after everything she’s been through.

Jessica nodded in agreement. "She’s spent a great part of her life trying to adjust to everything around her now. And now... now that she’s finally settled, it seems a burden to tell her it was all a misunderstanding?" Her words echoed in the room like a quiet storm.

Davis clenched his jaw. His heart ached for her. Now he understood why he had felt drawn to her, why he had always seen his mother in her because it was the same woman. "Do you know, it was just a matter of time and i would have made her my sworn sister?" he said slowly.

Jessica placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "None of us knew the truth. Not until now. No one’s to blame for what they didn’t know." Elliot took a deep breath, finally finding his voice. "Yes, we have to be careful," he said.

"Bella’s case isn’t just sensitive—it’s fragile. But then despite the way she grew up, the things she’s gone through, she is still resilient and will accept the truth real quick than what we expect." He concluded.

Jessica felt a lump form in her throat. She knew Elliot was right. Bella had survived so much, had held herself together through so much but had always made it through getting stronger. This news rather is meant to fulfil her wish and hope of a blood family to call her own.

"I’ll talk to her," Jessica offered. "Not now, not today. But soon. I know how to speak to her in a way that doesn’t make her feel cornered."

Davis looked up, his eyes glassy but steady. "I want to be there too," he said.

Elliot nodded slowly. "Then we prepare. We don’t rush it. We give her time to breathe, and when the moment is right, we tell her everything but the question is who will speak?"

The room fell quiet again, with everyone left with their own thought. Jessica’s mind wandered to Bella, amongst the trio she is the one that knew her and had spent most of the time with her.

Her smile, her loud laugh, and the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about the future were all a memory deeply engrained in her. With conviction she sighed. "She deserved to know the truth. But more than that, she deserved to know that she was loved and she had a family—that even if the truth was painful, she wasn’t alone."

And when the time came, they would all stand with her, together as a family. Not perfect. Not without scars. But real. That, Jessica believed, was the best ending for everyone.

After talking at length about the possible ways Bella might react to the truth, the three of them finally agreed on one thing—Davis would be the one to speak to her first. Then, after the conversation, he would introduce her to everyone officially during dinner. It was the best way, the gentlest path through a situation that was anything but easy.

Davis didn’t imagine his day would end like this—finding out he had a sister, a real sister he had unknowingly built a bond with. And now, the responsibility of breaking that truth to her rested on his shoulders. He didn’t back away from it. Instead, he embraced the burden, even though his heart felt heavy. He had to be the one to tell her. No one else.

As they were still speaking in low voices, weighing the right words and imagining all the worst case scenario of how Bella might react; anger, confusion, tears or whatever tantrum—there came a soft knock at the door.

All three of them froze.

Jessica’s heart skipped a beat. That knock so gentle, hesitant, barely a tap on the wood was all too familiar to mistake. A name coursed through her memory ---Bella. Only Bella knocked like that.

Jessica exchanged a quick look with Davis and Elliot before rising to her feet and walking over to the door. She opened it slowly and there she was seemingly just arriving.

Bella stood at the entrance, her bright eyes flicking from Jessica to the others in the room. Her lips parted slightly, unsure if she should step forward. Something about the air felt different, like the warmth had been pulled away and replaced with something heavier.

Her gaze lingered on their faces. Davis looked serious, almost stunned. Elliot looked like a man carrying a thousand thoughts at once. And Jessica—Jessica looked emotional, as though her heart was breaking and holding itself together at the same time though she is putting a strong front, she knew her well.

"Is... everything okay?" Bella asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jessica nodded gently and stepped aside to let her in. "Come in, Bella," she said, managing a smile. "We were just... talking."

Bella took a few careful steps inside, still staring at them. "You all look like something happened," she said, trying to lighten the mood with a small laugh, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

"No," Jessica said quickly, though her voice trembled. "Nothing bad... just something unexpected."

Bella tilted her head slightly, her smile fading into concern. "Are you sure?"

Davis wheeled his chair toward stopping just a few feet away from her. His throat tightened as he stared at her—"this girl had been his long lost sister yet close to him but he never identified her." he mused.

Jessica watched them quietly, her chest aching. Elliot turned his face slightly, trying to mask the emotion threatening to break through his calm. Bella looked at Davis, confused now. "What is it? You’re all acting strange."

Davis opened his mouth to speak, but the words didn’t come. Not yet. Jessica stepped beside Bella and gently placed her hand on her shoulder. "Sweetheart," she said softly. "Can you give Davis a few minutes? He has something important to share with you?"

Bella blinked, her face slowly shifting from confusion to nervousness. She looked at Davis again, this time searching his face deeply. "Is it serious?" she whispered.

Davis nodded. "Yes," he said quietly. Yet too overwhelmed to speak. "Sister", he called, his voice croaking with emotion.

Bella hearing his voice was stunned and short of word. she quickly glanced around the room trying to make sense of it all. Davis is her brother-in-law then why call her sister.

Jessica gently guided Bella to sit beside her, sensing that Davis was too overwhelmed to speak. His lips were pressed into a tight line, eyes glistening, heart pounding with a thousand unsaid words. Seeing his struggle, Jessica quietly reached for the document and placed it in Bella’s hands.

"Read this, sweetheart," she said softly.

Bella looked at the paper in confusion, then slowly began to read through it. Her eyes scanned the words—slowly at first, then faster. Her brows drew together in a deep frown as confusion took over. Her hands trembled slightly.

With every line she read, her emotions tangled. She didn’t know whether to be happy or sad. She felt like laughing, crying, and questioning all at once. It was too much. Too sudden.

She looked up and stared at Davis, carefully studying his face. The shape of his eyes. The tilt of his jaw. The slope of his brows. Something about him felt familiar—deeply familiar—but her mind couldn’t fully grasp it. She tried hard to remember, to dig into the fragments of the past that sometimes came to her in flashes... but today, her memory gave her nothing. Just silence.

Jessica, noticing Bella’s silent struggle, gently rubbed her back.

"You don’t have to force anything," Jessica said softly. "Don’t strain your heart trying to remember what’s missing. Just... think of it this way—one of your deepest wishes has been answered by fate."

Bella looked at her slowly, her lips trembling. And then, without a word, she nodded—fast, frantic, desperate to accept this truth her heart already knew.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She rose from her seat and took slow steps toward Davis, who still sat frozen in his wheelchair, hands gripping the armrests, heart breaking and healing at the same time.

She stopped just in front of him.

"Brother..." she whispered. Then she fell into his arms.

Davis wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, holding her tightly like he never wanted to let go again. His eyes turned red with emotion, tears threatening to spill as he held the sister he thought he’d never see again.

He had imagined many things in his life. Many painful truths. But this—this miracle—was not one of them. And yet, here she was. His sister. His family, a blood relation.

Elliot, standing nearby, swallowed the lump in his throat. His chest rose and fell as emotions crashed through him like waves. Regret, relief, guilt. He had spent years searching, fighting shadows, pushing through walls. But never had he imagined that the Allen family—of all places—held the piece he’d been missing all along.

If only he had searched deeper. If only he had questioned more.

Maybe—just maybe—he could’ve reunited them sooner and save them the years of pain. freewebnoveℓ.com