Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 151

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.

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