We land in America several hours later, and I'm the last one off.
"Come this way Белла" Giovanni says, walking a little behind the rest of them to stay close to me
(Bella)
I decide to follow quickly and silently, not wanting to say anything.
On the flight, they told me my car would be shipped before the weeks end.
We get in a limo a few seconds later and start the drive to god knows where.
"So Bella, we're going home right now, but we'll take you shopping later or tomorrow" Martin starts
"Cool" I say
"You also have two sisters and dad's wife who live there" Alexei adds
The rest of them and even dad, cringe at the word wife, making me wonder a couple things.
"Harper is your step mother and Ashley is your 17 year old step sister" Andrei says
"You said sisters, as in plural" I inquire
"Yes, sisters. Isabella is your biological sister. She's 16, almost 17, and your twin" Maxim says
After that, I kinda zoned out. Why didn't I just stay with Ethan in Italy? Why the hell did I make myself go back to that hotel?
"She's a lot like you actually. Quiet, angry, secretive, distant" Martin says
"We were able to find her about a year ago, but she hasn't changed much since" luka says with a sad voice
Hearing this, my heart starts to race. I used to have a best friend, her name was Isabella, and she vanished a year ago. And from his description, it sounds exactly like her around people other than me, Ethan, Cara, and Kol.
We both had the same color eyes except her right eye is blue while mine is green, her other eye was green while mine is blue. We also had similar face structures and looked fairly similar to each other.
The one main difference between us, besides our eyes, is our hair color. Mine is pitch black, while hers was dirty blonde.
"She looks a lot like you too. But your hair color is different and your eye colors are switched" William says
We park a couple minutes later, me not realizing all that much because of the information I was just given.
"Ready to meet your family сестра?" Alexei asks as we get out
"Blood doesn't make you family and neither does the law" I reply before looking away from him
With that, we started walking up the driveway and to the door.
"You go first" Martin says to me
"I swear to god if there is a gun in my face, someone is getting shot" I mumble before opening it
Instead of being met with a gun, I'm met with a human barbie and wannabe barbie.
"Bella, this is you stepmother Harper and stepsister Ashley" Giovanni introduces
I smile, fakely, and don't say anything.
"Girls this is Mirabella, preferably Bella though" He adds
"Nice to meet you Mirabella, I'm your mother and this is your sister Ashley" Harper says in a high pitched voice
"Cool, where's Isabella?" I say to her and then look to Gio and the rest
"3rd floor, last door on the left hall on the right wall" Martin says
I nod before quickly making my way there.
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