Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 18 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 18

Chapter 18 

Camila’s POV Post 

“Bella?” 

I shot to my feet. For a second, I could only stare. 

“Camila!” 

Bella froze in the doorway. She looked even more stunned than I felt. 

Neither of us moved. We simply stared at each other, as if the person standing across the room couldn’t possibly be the same friend we had known for six years. 

The omega glanced between us. “Excuse me, Luna.” She bowed and quietly stepped out, pulling the double doors shut behind her. The click of the doors sounded unusually loud. 

Bella was the first to recover. “Is this your retreat?” 

I swallowed. “Bella, what are you doing here?” 

She opened her mouth to say something and then stopped. Her attention had shifted to something behind me. I didn’t need to turn around. I already knew. The large portrait hanging 

on the wall had finally given me away. 

Bella slowly walked past me. Her steps became slower with every pace. I watched her approach the portrait of Grandma Amelia and me, unable to find a single word that could possibly explain what she was seeing. Her mouth fell open. 

“Incredible,” she whispered. 

I lowered my gaze. The portrait had been taken after my first graduation from law school. I had been much younger then, standing beside Grandma with my graduation hood around my shoulders and pride written all over her face. There was no hiding me in that picture. 

Even younger, I was unmistakably myself. 

Bella moved closer to it. She stared at the portrait. Then at me. 

Then back to the portrait. I felt my stomach tighten. For six years, I had managed to keep the truth from my best friend. Six years of friendship. Six years of conversations, secrets, laughter, arguments and countless moments together. And somehow, this was how she found out. Through a portrait on a wall. 

Bella slowly turned around. “You’re the Whitmore heir?” Her voice was barely above a whisper. I couldn’t answer, Her expression changed as the pieces began falling into place. “It has always been you?” 

Guilt flashed through me. I looked away for a moment before meeting her gaze again. I had 

no excuse that wouldn’t sound like one. 

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Bella took another step toward me. “Camila…” 

exhaled slowly. “Bella, I can explain.” 

She stared at me. “Then start.” 

I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. I rubbed my palms together. 

“Okay… I can explain.” 

Bella folded her arms. “I’m listening.” 

I glanced at the portrait. “It’s not exactly what you think.” 

She gave me a flat look. “Camila, you’re standing in the Whitmore family’s private study, there’s a giant portrait of you with the She-Alpha Amelia Whitmore hanging behind you, and you just admitted you can explain. What exactly am I supposed to think?” 

I winced. “When you put it that way…” 

“How else am I supposed to put it?” 

I sighed. “I didn’t lie to you.” Bella’s eyebrow rose. “I just… didn’t tell you everything.” 

“That sounds suspiciously like lying.” 

I chuckled. She waited. I looked down at my bracelet and rubbed my thumb over it. “I 

wanted a normal life.” 

Bella stared at me. “A normal life?” 

I nodded. “I didn’t want people treating me differently because of my family. I wanted to know who actually liked me for me.” Bella said nothing. “After my parents died, Grandma took over everything. My education. My security. My future. She made sure I had every opportunity, but she also made it clear that one day, the Whitmore Group would become my responsibility.” 

Bella’s expression remained guarded. “I knew what came with that name,” I continued. “People don’t look at the heir to a powerful family the same way they look at an ordinary girl. They want something from you. They watch you. They make assumptions about you before they even know you.” I touched the bracelet around my wrist. 

“So I decided to hide it.” 

“You hid your entire identity.” 

“I hid the part of me that came with the Whitmore name.” 

Bella shook her head, “From everyone? Including me?” I swallowed. She looked hurt. I couldn’t blame her. 

“I wasn’t trying to make you feel unimportant, Bella. I just got used to keeping that part of my life separate. The longer I kept it hidden, the harder it became to tell anyone.” 

“And Julian?” 

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“He definitely couldn’t know.” I hesitated. “Because I wanted to know if he loved me without the Whitmore name attached to me.” 

Bella’s expression changed. “You really believed he loved you?” 

I looked away. “I believed my mate bond meant something.” The words tasted bitter now. “I thought if I stayed Camila Hart, he would love me for who I was. Not because I was the Whitmore heir. Not because of Grandma. Not because of the company.” 

Bella was quiet. She looked at the portrait again. “So while he thought you were some ordinary woman with nothing to offer him…” 

“He had no idea who he was actually dealing with.” 

A bitter smile touched my lips. “I never corrected him.” 

Bella shook her head slowly. “You’re unbelievable.” 

“I know.” 

“You let that man underestimate you for years. And you let me believe you were just… you.” 

I gave her a small smile. “But I was still me.” She stared at me. That seemed to stop her for a moment. “I didn’t hide Camila from you,” I said quietly. “I hid Evelyn Whitmore.” 

“And you?” Bella looked at me. “What business do you have with the Whitmores?” 

She was still trying to process everything I had just revealed, but my question seemed to pull her back to the reason she was here. 

“I… I’m here to conclude my conveyance documents.” She looked away almost immediately. 

I frowned. “Conveyance?” The word caught me off guard. “Wait.” 

I studied her. “Bella, you acquired property from my family?” 

A small, awkward smile appeared on her lips. But she still wouldn’t look me in the eye. I stared at her. Then I let out a slow breath. 

“So…” I folded my arms. “I wasn’t the only one keeping secrets here.” 

Her smile widened slightly, but she remained unusually quiet. 

“I was only going to tell you…” Bella started, then stopped halfway. 

I raised an eyebrow. “You were going to tell me what?” 

She pressed her lips together. I waited. 

Bella sighed. “It’s complicated.” 

*** 

Soon, Bella and I settled back into our usual rhythm, as though the revelation of my identity as Evelyn Whitmore hadn’t just turned our friendship upside down. 

An omega served us tea and snacks while we talked. Before we left the study, I signed 

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Bella’s conveyance documents. My first official signature as the Whitmore heir. It felt strangely significant. 

Despite my protests, Bella refused to let me spend the rest of the day buried in business files. She dragged me to her boutique in one of the malls owned by my family. 

BE STYLED was a fairly new addition to the mall, but Bella had already transformed it into a beautiful luxury fashion space. Elegant displays filled the boutique, with rows of high end outfits, shoes, handbags, and accessories arranged with the kind of care only Bella could manage. I couldn’t hide my pride. She had built this herself. 

The moment we stepped inside, her staff straightened and bowed. 

“Welcome Ma’ams.” 

Bella barely acknowledged them before grabbing my hand. 

“Come.” She disappeared between two clothing racks and returned moments later holding an emerald-green bodycon dress. She shoved it into my hands. “Go try this.” 

I stared at it. “Bella…” 

“It will look fabulous on you.” 

“This isn’t my style.” 

“It is now.” She gave me a playful shove toward the dressing room. 

I rolled my eyes but went. 

A few minutes later, I stepped out of the dress and looked at myself in the mirror. I froze. Bella had been right. The emerald fabric hugged my figure perfectly, elegant without trying too hard. The cut was flattering, and the colour made my skin glow. 

I turned slightly, studying my reflection. I actually loved it. A smile spread across my face. “Okay,” I admitted quietly. “Maybe you were right.” 

I stepped out of the dressing room, still admiring the dress. I was so distracted that I didn’t notice someone approaching. I walked straight into her. 

“Ouch!” The woman stumbled back. “Are you blind?” she snapped. 

I froze. I knew that voice. I didn’t even need to look up. Vivienne stood there glaring at me. 

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