Author's Note: My first story, so I'm just going to add a quick little note before I start. Thank you so much for reading, and I hope this story is something you guys enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or any quotes, characters, songs, or pictures that are associated with this story. Everything belongs to there rightful owners and I take no credit for anything other than writing! The idea is also based on the classic movie "How to Marry a Millionaire" and I don't take credit for that either but I am trying to make the story its own so it probably won't be exactly like the movie except a couple references here and there. So nobody get upset and report me because you think I'm stealing any ideas. But if you haven't seen the movie you should definitely give it a try its hilarious.

"Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as thought their here to stay"

Yesterday-The Beatles

My mother always used to tell me that love is a temporary madness.

Madness: a state of being severely mentally ill and/or extremely foolish.

Temporary: lasting for only a brief moment in time. It will always end and it will always hurt.

Luckily I never believed her; for the most part.

"We're being what?" I was in disbelief. This little apartment that overlooked Central Park had become home and now my own family was going to rip it right out from under my feet. We couldn't possibly leave New York that would mean having to return to Forks with my father.

"Yeah, apparently somebody in our family got this insane idea that we're wasting money!" Rosalie's face was void of emotion and her lips were pursed into a grimace.

Shifting her small frame with obvious discomfort Alice chimed in, "Are you sure Rose, I mean my parents are still paying?" her face was twisted in desperation.

I don't really know what was on my face but on the inside I could feel my stomach tie itself in knots. Why would our own families want us evicted?

"No Alice they're not paying either, apparently they had some agreement." Agreement, what kind of agreement?

"What kind of agreement?" Alice practically screamed making me flinch back. At that point I could feel my head start to sway slightly. I never responded to shock very well and I quickly felt myself thud ungracefully onto the couch.

"You don't need to scream Alice! We will figure out a way out of this, we don't need our parents. Now go start packing." That could not be all she had to say! We were about to be kicked out of our house and I could not go back home.

It was all she had to say though, her heels were retreating down the hallway and I could hear her door slam shut. Alice turned to me.

"Bella are you okay sweetheart, you look a little pale?" She sat down next to me trying to offer some comfort. I didn't accept it very graciously and she quickly noticed, probably because of the nauseated look on my face.

"Bella I'm sure Rose has a plan, she always has a plan. That's how we got here in the first place." Now she was trying to make a joke, but I couldn't crack a smile.

She was right, Rosalie always had a plan. Ever since we were young, growing up in Forks Washington, she had always had a plan. She had a plan for her first day of kindergarten right down to what color crayon she was going to use. She had a plan all the way through high school and never missed a beat. I, being her baby cousin and her only companion, got automatically enrolled in her schemes. Not that I ever complained.

I had always been a bit more subordinate to her. I was younger and soon became accustomed to her constant protection. Especially since that sense of security wasn't going to come from anyone else. But now I watching her walk away and give into our family just like that, it felt more like she had left me spinning in circles. I was dazed and confused and couldn't seem to muster the strength to stop.

"She has a plan Bella, if she hasn't told us what it is yet I'm sure there's good reason." Alice said with one of her signature smiles.

"You make it sound like Rose is God in this house!" I chuckled but Alice gave me a serious look. Her eyes glinting with fear and washed over in memory. I clamped my mouth shut and refused to look her in the eye after that. She didn't say anything else just got up and walked away.

Alice always treated Rose like a God in this house; she had a good reason I suppose and her own bad memories. I felt terrible about even hinting at them especially when I couldn't bear to look at them myself.

I shifted uncomfortably on the couch and was about to get up and find her, but there was an overwhelming amount of emotions in this house and they seemed to push me back down. Everyone was angry, depressed, confused and probably on the edge of a breakdown so I edged myself back into the couch and tried to close my eyes. I just needed a minute; maybe a minute would make it all go away. I can't go home again, I just can't.

Flashback

"That was delicious Bella; you have the makings of a great chef!" My aunt Sophia gave me an expectant look with her glossy eyes and half drunken compliment. She was either waiting for me to clear the table or get the maid. I smiled at her and got up from my seat.

"Thank you; you learn a lot when you practice everyday." I gave her my best attempt at a smile although my statement stunned her a bit too much.

"You mean you do this everyday? Doesn't Charlie at least hire help once or twice a week?" Now she was starting to make a scene. There wasn't anyone around to notice but I wasn't an expert on calming her drunken exasperations and I didn't want to deal with whatever insults she might throw my way. I didn't understand why she was so surprised, she knew how divided our family was when it came to economical standing. Luckily uncle Leonard could see the uproar starting to form because he came over, smiled at me, and pulled his wife to the other room.

I'm usually not much of an eavesdropper, its not how I was raised, but I couldn't help but to hear this, especially since they were right in the doorway. But I just turned myself to the sink, busying my hands with dirty dishes and trying not to look like I could hear everything.

"Now Sophia I already told you about their economic issues, why do you think we're paying for this girl's life in New York City." His voice was firm and could barely hold a whisper.

"But Leonard, I thought Charlie as going to at least pay some of the expenses! They couldn't possibly be that bad. We're going to be wasting money, money that I so rightfully need!" My aunt Sophia was never too good at secrets or whispering for that matter, and for once I had really wished that she was. But no matter how much it hurt to hear this I couldn't help but crane my neck in their direction.

"Don't you think I know that? Rosalie is expensive enough, but Renee was my sister and I promised her I would take care of her daughter when Charlie couldn't. So now, you are going to walk away and if I should happen to hear one mention of this I swear the gods won't be able to help you when I lay these hands on you. Understood?" The speech ran cold through every bone in my body and I could see Aunt Sophie swallow hard. She nodded and walked away, her drunken stupor wallowing in fear.

"Bella! Bella!"

End Flashback

"Bella! This is really no time to be sleeping!" Alice was shaking my body back and forth her face a little to close for comfort.

"Oh gosh, how long was I asleep?" My eyes felt just a little stuck together and I was still a little drowsy.

"You were out for about an hour, but that doesn't matter because Rose has a plan. She has a plan Bella we're going to be okay!" The way her eyes beamed hope and trust I could've been blinded. She sounded like a woman in love the way she spun around and laughed.

"Are you sure it's a good plan?" This only made Alice laugh harder, as if the thought of Rosalie coming up with a bad plan was too funny to be possible.

"Oh Bella you are to funny! Now come on she's waiting in her bedroom, we're saved Bella, we're saved!" I smiled, her optimism becoming slightly contagious.

Alice dragged me through the hall and into Rosalie's room where we both took a seat, both getting slightly swallowed up by the overstuffed bedding. Rosalie came out of her walk-in closet with a smile; the same smile that had gotten us here in the first place.

"I have a plan my friends, and it is a good one! Our parents think were wasting money, so we're going to have to come up with our own money!" Rosalie sat down next to me and looked at us like she had just said the most ingenious thing in the world. Alice and I, however, couldn't help our confused stares.

"You mean get a job?" Alice asked with a tinge of disgust.

"No Alice what kind of job can we get that could make the kind of money we need almost instantly?" Rosalie rolled her eyes realizing she was going to have to give more of an explanation.

"It's not that difficult, all we need to do is get married!" Rosalie's eyes lit up at the genius she thought she had just laid out on the table. But Alice and I must've been at a different table because we couldn't seem to follow along.

"Get married?" Alice practically choked out while I sat there in a dead silence, grateful she had voiced out for the both of us. I wasn't quite certain what jumbled mess would've run out of my tongue.

"Yes, but not just marry anyone we have to marry up! We have to marry millionaires!"

Well now the woman had just gone insane!

"Rose how could we possibly do something like that?" I whispered out meekly.

"Well I have already compiled a list of eligible bachelors just take your pick." She pulled out a piece of notebook paper from her desk and laid it out in front of us as if she had just presented us with the secrets to the universe.

Eligible Millionaires

James Sutherland

Michael Newton

Edward Cullen

Emmet McCarty

Jasper Whitlock

Jacob Black

Laurent

"You do realize there are only seven names on this list?" I asked reading it over and over again.

"And one of them doesn't even have a last name!" Alice's voice had become more of a neurotic high pitched squeal at this point.

"Well I said eligible! I had to make sure I didn't add anybody undesirable on there!" Rosalie said with a signature eye roll.

"Rosalie, by Jasper Whitlock do you mean Jasper Hale; my cousin, your brother." Rosalie just smiled and nodded.

"Alright pick anyone you wish except for Emmet McCarty. That one's mine."

I finally brought myself out of shock and looked up at her, "Why'd you pick him?" I asked.

"He's too stupid to ever realize what I'm doing. He's easy-pickins and loaded." Her voice was cold and unfeeling. I couldn't help but think of how this poor man was going to be fooled into falling in love for his money. He was probably sitting somewhere in the very same city not expecting any of it. His life was probably going beautifully while three girls clutched at a piece of paper and picked at him like an animal. And yet I couldn't look at Rose with any hatred or disgust, I could only sit there and stare at these names. They weren't the answers to the universe but they seemed to be holding my world among them, so which one was I supposed to ask.

The silence stuck in the room for awhile and was only broken when Rosalie gave a huge sigh and walked out of the room leaving me and Alice alone.

"Well Bella were getting married, I got my tux you got your dress." Alice said trying to make me smile, but once again my mouth wouldn't move. I felt like a stone permanently etched with a frown.

I could feel myself start to choke up as I tried to keep my emotions at bay.

"Don't cry Bells its only temporary, it's either this or go home." This or go home sounded more like life or death. It all sounded so ridiculous but even though the situation was far from it I couldn't help but feel like my life was dependant on all this.

"Isn't true love and marriage supposed to be a fate kind of thing?" I murmured and Alice clutched onto my hand. There were many reasons why we had moved to New York, and most of those reasons had been voiced, sometimes screamed out at the top of our lungs. But one reason had remained quiet in the corner: love. I guess we all expected it to come naturally, in time. Unfortunately time had run out.

Alice smiled at me and ran out of the room only to return a few seconds later with two little darts in her hand from the game room across the hall.

"This is the closest to fate we're going to get." She handed me a dart and taped the list up on the wall. She took Rosalie's sleeping mask from her side table and covered up her eyes.

"Okay Bells give me three quick spins." I did as I was told and watched as she took a heavy sigh and threw the dart. She must've taken to hard a swing at it because her first attempt flew out an open window, along with the second and third try. After a few extra trips to the game room and some practicing on the opposite wall Alice managed to land her throw between two names.

"It's right between Emmet McCarty and Jasper Whitlock." I said as she took off the sleeping mask and passed it to me.

"Well alright that's simple enough, since Rosalie already has Emmet McCarty I get Jasper Whitlock." She nodded and gave me an attempted smile. I knew how she felt, she had only met Jasper once and she was now going to make an attempt to marry this man. She wasn't too great at hiding her emotions, it was fun playing poker with her, but right now she looked like a lost puppy and I couldn't bear to look.

"Well at least I know him and I can tell you he is one of the nicest guys out there." I tried to reassure her as I blindfolded myself and she spun me around.

I took my own deep breath and let the dart fly out of my hand; I heard a soft thump as it made contact with the wall and more possibly my future. I couldn't look but I heard Alice let out a small giggle as she took the sleeping mask off of my face.

The dart had pierced through one name, not in between but right smack in the middle.

Alice and I said nothing but with a silent agreement we both walked towards the laptop and typed in the name. Alice clicked on the first link and brought up a biography with a picture alongside it.

"Meet your new husband Bella." I could hear the laughter in her voice as if she was happy for me, or she was counting me lucky.

My voice could only muster up a small whisper and only a few words from its state of shock, "Edward Cullen."

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