Chapter 38: Final Revelation

POV Sophia last week as Isabella

It was a busy weekend for Beta, his friends and me. They planned to hang out with female friends. The group comprised Alpha Bryan, Nathan, Louis, and a few ladies. They decided to meet up at Zelter bar, which was located across town.

When we arrived at the bar, I couldn't help but admire the scene before me. It was a sight to behold - all these handsome, well-built men surrounded by beautiful women. I couldn't deny feeling a little out of place. I could think that pretending to be Isabella amid this crowd was putting a strain on me.

Among the group, I noticed a petite brunette named Bonnie. Little did I know, Bonnie was Alpha Bryan's fated mate, though she remained unaware of it. It was evident that Alpha Bryan had a deep crush on her, unable to hide his emotions.

As the night went on, Ian stuck by my side, and I couldn't help but feel his gaze on me. I knew he had figured out that I wasn't Isabella. I was anxious that Ian would blow my cover tonight. Then I saw Sue, the girl who attacked Isabella when she was a teenager. My eyes burned with blue fire, and I wished I could confront her for what she had done to my sister and somehow take revenge on her.

However, there was something else that caught my attention. Even though the two had recently met, Bonnie and Isabella shared a unique bond. I found their connection intriguing, wondering what secrets lay beneath the surface. Then I figured it out. They both disliked Elise.

Nathan, on the other hand, seemed content being single and unattached. He was a true gentleman; anyone would be lucky to date him. I observed his interactions with Bonnie, and seeing how sweet and kind he was to her made me wish I had such a relationship with my brother. It was evident that he genuinely cared about her well-being.

The group shared light conversations, laughter, and drinks throughout the night. I couldn't help but notice Isabella’s brother Ashton and his fated mate, always lost in their world, constantly making out. Their love was undeniable, and I envied their genuine desire to be back in France with my Beta.

As the evening progressed, I tried to enjoy myself, laughing and engaging in conversations. Yet, underneath it all, I couldn't shake off the guilt on my shoulders. The charade I was living was becoming unbearable, but I knew I had to keep up the act for Isabella’s family and my sister's relationship with Ian.

With each passing moment, I longed for my own life and dreams. I yearned for the day I could shed this false identity and be true to myself. But for now, I must continue navigating the complications and challenges of being Isabella, hoping everything will fall into place one day.

And so, the night carried on, full of laughter, secrets, and unspoken desires, leaving me wondering what the future held for me and the tangled web of relationships that surrounded me.

The next day, Isabella was returning home, so I had a confession to make to Beta Ian and Ashton. I waited until it was time to return home and asked both men to see me at home. On the drive home, I blurted out, “I am not Isabella.” Beta Ian stopped the car and pulled onto the curb. He replied,” Is that so.” I shook my head. He said. “Then why didn't you tell me on your arrival in New York?” I said, “This was the final test Isabella wanted to put you through. Beta looked angry, and then he burst out laughing. He said,” What a relief. Ashton and I were waiting for you to tell us you were not Isabella. Then who are you?” I felt relieved. I said to him that I was Isabella's twin living in France. We discovered we were twins when Isabella was unconscious in the hospital. He asked me if he could hug his sister-in-law now. I giggled and said, “Yes.”

We drove home in silence, each with thoughts milling around our minds. By the time we reached home, Ashton was behind them. We entered the house, and Ian said,” Pay up now.” I looked at them with raised eyebrows. Who would have thought these two knew I was the fake Isabella? They even betted on whether I would confess to them. Ashton paid Beta Ian one hundred dollars for winning the bet. I told them that Isabella was coming home the next day. I could see the light of expectation shining in Beta Ian’s eyes.

I asked them to explain how they deduced that I was not Isabella. They told me that I sold myself out in many ways. I was stronger than Isabella, who would not venture out into practice with the warriors. I was more toned and muscular than Isabella. Ashton said what did it for him was that my scent was not Isabella’s. They said they had been testing me all along and that tonight when Sue was invited, they saw anger and revenge in me when I looked at her. Isabella was forgiving and would let Sue’s demeanour slide, but I held grudges. I nodded, my heart heavy with guilt. I was now free from guilt and ready to meet my sister and enjoy my new brother and brother-in-law. Isabella will have to figure out how she will compensate for her deceit. Beta told Ashton that he was being tested by Isabella and asked me if he passed. I replied, “Like hell you did,” he grinned at me.

I had known that this day would come when Isabella would be discovered, and the truth had to be told to save her relationship. I did not consult with my sister but did what I thought was right—the truth. I called Isabella that night and told her I had been pretending too long and hoped she could figure out how to confess to Beta when she landed. I told her I would give them some time in the lobby to reconnect while I stayed in the car at the airport.

Isabella's expression softened, her anger momentarily replaced by confusion. "But... why? Why would you do such a thing?" I told her that since she was coming home, it was only fair to Beta Ian that he had this prerequisite information before she landed, which would pave the way for forgiveness. I said, ”I would be in the car waiting for her.”

The next day, I waited in the car when Beta Ian and Isabella emerged arm-in-arm. The lovers' quarrel settled, and they were in love again. When I saw Isabella, I ran to my sister and jumped on her. She balanced on her high heels as Beta stood behind her for support if she fell. She hugged me and thanked me. Beta said, “What did Sophia do to get thanks? You, Miss Isabella, need to thank me big time. Since you are not grateful to me, you will pay me for what you did. I looked at my sister and grinned; I knew what that payment would be. I knew my sister could handle anything her Beta dished out to her.

My Beloved Readers,

Please note that it would be payback time for Beta Ian. Read on to find out how Isabella pays back her Beta.

Love always,

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