Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

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?"

room fell quiet again, with everyone left with their own thought. Jessica’s mind wandered to Bella, amongst the trio she is

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

would all stand with her, together as a family. Not perfect.

of them finally agreed on one thing—Davis would be the one to speak to her first. Then, after the conversation,

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

speaking in low voices, weighing the right words and imagining all the worst case scenario of how Bella might react;

of

knock so gentle, hesitant, barely a tap on the wood was all too familiar to

before rising to her feet and walking over to the door. She opened it slowly and there

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

at once. And Jessica—Jessica looked emotional,

softly, her

nodded gently and stepped aside to let her in. "Come

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

Jessica said quickly, though her voice

head slightly, her smile fading into concern. "Are you

tightened as he stared at her—"this girl had been his

to mask the emotion threatening

her hand on her shoulder. "Sweetheart,"

looked at Davis again, this

he said quietly. Yet too overwhelmed to speak. "Sister", he called, his

was stunned and short of word. she quickly glanced around the room trying to make sense of

was too overwhelmed to speak. His lips were pressed into a tight line,