Chapter 1

I'M RICH! I'm filthy, stinking rich. This is the best day ever. Well except for the part that my mom's dead, but it's all good because all of her money, and I mean all of her money goes to her favorite person in the world. Me. Not my dead beat dad, not her sisters and brothers ME. Like I said this is the best day ever. I mean I didn't hear her last will… but I had Renee wrapped around, my perfect little fingers.

When they called me in, I stood in my black cosmic Jimmy Choo's , straightening out my high waist mini skirt, making sure the pleats at the bottom were perfect.

"Isabella Swan" the man said

"That's my name don't wear it out." I said, sitting on the cushioned seat facing his desk.

"In your mothers will, she gave everything to you." He stated calmly. Yess I knew it.

"But… all of the property was sold. And all the money from the properties and her general wealth go into your trust fund." Shit it was too good to be true. A 17 year old girl, with money that can power the whole state of my dad's hometown.

"The people who will be in charge of you live in a small town in Washington state. Your mother thinks they are the only one who can make sure you have a good life." He said, as if reading from a script.

"What's the relationship I have with these small town simpletons?" I said in an edgy tone.

"Well non…"

"So what… she found these people on Craig's List or something…Just spit it out, I have things to do you know." I was flat out angry. Why did this stupid bitch of a mother decide to fuck up all my fun?

"Well the family is called the Cullens, and they live in Forks, Washington." He said weakly. Speak of irony; I grew up there, and moved out of that piece of shit town 7 years ago. Now I was being dragged back down memory lane.

"You'll stay there until you're an adult and then you could have your money. That's it for now." He dismissed me. I got up and went to the bathroom changing into my custom mad Burberry embroidered lace shirt.

When I got to my 175 acre villa, I found a note, with the most beautiful calligraphy, stating my name. I opened it meticulously, careful not rip the mail

Isabella,

My family and I are very excited to meet you. It is an honor to have Renee's daughter in our house. We could only get you a late flight so we will be expecting the flight to land, at abought 10:00 it should say so on your ticket.

Carlisle

On the back was indeed a plane ticket to Seattle, a couple hours away from forks y flight was from 3 pm to 6 pm. I had a lot of packing to do. I felt like my whole entire life was in every part of this villa. Even though I've been living here since I was 10

It was around 10 when I was done packing all of my cloths. I packed everything up until it was just my bed frame and unnecessary shit I can just give to charity. When I was all done I packed everything into the yellow Porsche I conned my mom into buying me.

On my way back I finally saw the red and white for sale sign that had an unknown number on it. Everything that didn't have sentimental value was going to be left behind and sold with the house. At around 11 I went to bed, knowing it's going to be a long ass day tomorrow.

I woke up at around 7:30 in the morning, and started my shower. I took long knowing this is going to be the last shower in my house… this house because it's officially not mine, by tomorrow.

When I was done I dressed in a peach bralette with a see through white lace top. I put on my white mini skirt, making sure the pleats weren't wrinkled, and some peach wedge heels, that I got from Saks, when I was in desperate need to buy something.

When everything was well and done I hopped in my Porsche, double checking to see if all my shit was ready, and in my car. I lived in the middle of nowhere and everywhere, so it took me about an hour and a half to get to LAX. Torture was in store for me today.

Since there was a 30 minute delay, I got there at 6:30, I had people to handle my car, but I have no clue how it arrived here before me. I put the entirety of my luggage in my Porsche and headed off to Forks.

I looked in disgust at forks, how I could go from sunny California to this piece of shit town was beyond me. I checked the temperature on my iPhone, and it was in the low 70s not bad for forks, but it's still ridiculous.

It takes about 4 hours to get to Forks but with my baby, it takes only two. I would regret seeing my dad, because he's a gold digger and I hate him… with a passion. When I found out my mother was sick. I begged her not to let me stay with Charlie; because he's a bitch.

When I got to forks it took me about an hour to find where they live. When I finally found where the block was, there was nothing but two houses on the damn street. When I pulled up to the house it was small.

It was 3 stories and from my point of view there was at least 10 rooms and a wrap round balcony… too small for me. It was probably all cluttered inside. I went to the door and put on my Gucci sunglasses, to give this small town world, the L.A. Effect. I rang the doorbell and they had me waiting there for about 5 minutes.

I checked my watch and it was only around 9 these people couldn't be asleep already. It was bad enough because I was freezing my ass off. When I went to ring the doorbell again a man about my age answered it.

"You shouldn't have a lady waiting, it's not ethical… My bags are in my trunk, be a doll and get them for me." I extended my keys out to him. He just stared at me like I was a chew toy.

"Your Isabella right?" he asked apprehensively. I walked into the house uninvited.

"That's my name don't wear it out"