Hi, I'm a new writer. I've only published one story so far, A Glimmer of Hope, which I hope to add on to. Please give this story a try, and PLEASE review!

BPOV

Being a movie star was not easy.

First, there was the paparazzi. Then, there were those pushy fans. And to top it all off, you had movie star rivals.

My rival was the famous, slender, beautiful Edward Cullen.

We had hated each other since our first days of meeting at Hollywood. I had disliked him because of his arrogant manner. Growing up with no mother and a police sheriff for a dad told me to avoid any total assholes, such as Edward. He, however, had a doctor as a father and a nurse for a mother, and always had been living a high-class lifestyle. For all I knew, he could've been a movie star because his father had connections.

I, Bella Swan, had to struggle through the grueling, unpaved road to stardom. If it weren't for my best friend and manager, Alice Brandon and her stubborn, unforgiving nature, I would've never survived, due to finances and lack of connections. One night, I went to Hollywood to act in a movie and met Edward. When I first spoke to him, I had hated him, sort of.

His emerald eyes gazed into mine with a sort of fierceness. His voice was as silky as velvet. His smile was dazzling, even arousing. And, who could forget the unruly mass of hair on his head? Yes, Edward Cullen was perfect. Yes, he was beautiful. That night, although I despised the way he talked and looked at me, I knew that deep inside, I had fallen in love with him just the same.

EPOV

For me, I have always loved being a movie star.

I loved the attention, the fan-filled crowds, the flashes from photographers. The one thing I hated were my rivals.

Mine was the curvy, exotic, Bella Swan.

I disliked the woman. We first met at Hollywood, during a dinner. I saw her eyes narrow when I told her manager that my father was a doctor, mother a nurse. It was as if just because I had a easy childhood that I was expected to be a total complete ass. We had locked eyes for one moment and in her doe brown ones, I could see emotions of envy, mixed in with hatred. We stared at each other with steely expressions. She was the first to turn away.

However, there was something different about Bella. I felt strange around her, not as rough and controlling. I felt the need to be delicate, as if Bella was some china vase, easily broken and extremely fragile. Whenever this impulse washed over me, I merely brushed it away. I was a normally dominative person, liked to control everything. I had been involved in many relationships, and never got attached. So, why did this warmth overwhelm me whenever I saw Bella? Such feelings were stressful, so I put them away in a secluded section of my mind, until it became as elusive as a butterfly floating away from his perch of dew dropped stained blade of grass.

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