Hi
This is a story which I've had on my mind for a long time and I had to write it out so enjoy, it will be quite long- hopefully 20-30 chapters but there will not be regular updates as I'm a student who should be revising now but oh well.
As a rough into to the story Bella and Edward have been forced into an arranged marriage by their parents so they can combine their mafia businesses. Edward is not the nicest of guys and Bella wants a normal life.
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Disclaimer= I don't own the characters, just the plot.
Bella Culleno- 18
Edward Culleno- 27
Emmett Culleno- 30
Rosalie Culleno- 26
Franco & Elenora Culleno (Rosalie's and Emmett's kids)-6 & 4
Alice Whitlock- 25
Jasper Whitlock- 26
Angelo & Lucca Whitlock (Alice's and Jasper's twins)- 4
Esme Culleno- 51
Carlisle Culleno- 54
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
-Dido
Unsurprisingly, my dress was white.
It had a lace bodice, with curls clawing up to my chest and showing my translucent skin underneath under the bust until the skirt. The sleeves were short, a summer wedding I was told, and the bottom sat out just enough to show the dress was expensive but not too much that it was tacky. The dress was low cut enough to show my plentiful cleavage but not too low that I would look like a slut.
Some people might say it was perfect.
"Isabella, what do you think? Is this the one?" My mother asked me, tears in her hazel eyes at her baby in a wedding dress.
"I don't care." I spat, avoiding my gaze in the mirror, scared at what I might see in it. A desperate girl.
"Bambina, tiara or veil?" She tried again to interest me but when would she learn? She placed it in her auburn hair as she debated. "I think maybe a tiara with a small one like this or maybe-"
"I do not give a shit mamma!" I shouted. This wasn't my wedding.
~oO0Oo~
1 month later
Huge, that would be the only word to describe this event. Having stuck my head in secretly I managed to see the whole of the beautiful cathedral full of my Aunts, Uncles, second cousins and every other family member I had under the sun. We had left my small hometown of Forks yesterday and had taken the jet to here.
My parents wouldn't even tell me what state we were in.
I sighed and looked up into the mirror in front of me but I didn't look like myself. I was a fake of the happy person I used to be. The 'bridal suite' was nearly full outside this door. People I hadn't met wanting to coo over me. No thanks.
My mother had just done my hair in large curls and my makeup rather plain bar the blood red lipstick. I had on the necklace my mother wore on this very day which her and my father had added blue sapphires to as a wedding present, how very thoughtful of them.
"Are you ready?" My mother asked me as she put my white heels on my feet for me. "You look amazing Mia Bella."
I didn't answer her.
"I know right now you hate me and your papà but I promise you, whatever you're expecting will not be that bad." She was tearing up, the liquid gathering in her perfectly shadowed eyes.
"Mamma, you practically signed a contract to let me get raped tonight by a man who sells guns, drugs and people but you want me to forgive you?" I shook my head at her arrogance. "You sold your own daughter out to the mafia and for that I hate you."
And with that I left the room.
~oO0Oo~
The music started and everyone stood, turning to try and catch a glimpse of this blushing bride. I held on tentatively to my papà's arm as we walked up the aisle which was lined with flowers of the bodacious church.
I didn't fake a smile or happiness as we walked down the aisle, clutching my white and pink peonies, instead I looked at the stain glass window above.
A phoenix, rising from the ashes below was depicted in beautifully coloured glass.
And before I knew it my papà was kissing my cheek and placing my hand in another mans.
I looked into my about-to-be husbands eyes as I uttered the "I Do's" and whatever other lies the priest asked me to say. They shone green, not very happy but it was hard to be when you're getting married to a stranger. He had a straight nose and a defined jaw- mia mamma would have called it chiseled.
If I was still in my home town my friends and I would have called him handsome, we might have imagined him kissing us or asking us out on a date
Then before I knew it Edwards lips were on mine and his ring was on my finger.
I am Isabella Culleno, married to a mafia boss.