Okay, So I know I haven't updated in forever. But honestly I'm ready to finish this story now. Same plot though a lot of new ideas now! I'll try and update as much as I can! Stick with me and I promise you won't be sorry!

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Chapter 1- (BPOV)

I've never been one to follow the rules, but my mother often tells me that I'll grow tired of my silly games one day. My birth name is Isabella Marie Swan and I was born in Washington State and we lived there happily until about four years ago when we uprooted our lives and moved miles away to the busy city of Chicago. My parents Charlie and Renee Swan are well respected people in the city today, my mother being a house wife while my father a lawyer. My mother made sure to get into every social group there was in the city and dragged me along with her hoping I'd make some friends.

My parents were always strict when it came to my well-being. I wasn't allowed out later than 9 p.m. and I have to get all my friends approved and my parents would have to meet their parents before I was allowed to go out during the day with them. My mother told me it was just to protect me that she didn't want her only child to suddenly disappear one day. But there strictness has just made me rebel more.

I turned seventeen on the 13th of September and it is December 3rd today. Most people frown at this because I've never been courted. It's not that I've never been approached before but I've always refused them. I have no intention of marring right now so I do whatever I can to drive them away. I've ignored them and when they bring me flowers I sneer at them. My father has searched high and low for the right man for me, for someone who can take care of me but I have yet to meet such a man.

I wouldn't say I'm a believer in true love are anything, I just don't feel ready and I haven't met the right person yet. I mean my parent's marriage was arranged before they were even born and I knew how stressful it was for them sometimes. My mother used to tell me that she often thought of how her life would be different if she and my father were to have never married.

-X-

"Isabella!" I heard my mother call from down stairs.

I roll over in my bed and glared at the door, "Coming mother!"

I climbed out of bed and shoved my feet into their shoes before slowly making my way down stairs to where my mother waited for me with her hair pinned at the nape of her neck.

"Good you put on the dress I laid out for you," my mother said in relief before she rushed her way back into the kitchen to finish dinner.

I walked over to where my father was sitting down next to the fire in the parlor reading his paper.

"You look nice," he commented looking at me over the top of his paper.

I nodded at him and sat down on the sofa across from his chair. Our house was large and just on the outskirts of the city. It was a two story colonial home with four bedrooms, three bath. My mother spent most of her time in the parlor while I spent my time out in the garden. I was the one that took care of the garden in the backyard during spring and summer. When my father was home he was either in the parlor reading or up in his office going over paperwork for a case.

I'd heard my mother and father talking about this night for the past week or so. Apparently my father had a new client coming over for dinner and it was very important for me to behave myself and not embarrass myself or them.

The dress my mother had laid out was my new yellow dress. The top was tight and uncomfortable and it had white lace that decorated the top and the hem of the dress that feel to the floor. It was a nice dress of course but my mother knew how much I loathed them. My brown hair was done in a simple braid that went down to the middle of my back.

"Wasn't your guest supposed to be here already?" I asked my father.

He glanced at me again and turned the page, "Yes, he seems to be a few minutes late. Not to worry, I'm sure he'll be here soon enough."

I huffed and blew a stray piece of hair from my face, "Lovely."

"Now Isabella I want your complete cooperation for this dinner. There will be consequences if you don't behave yourself. This is a very important man that is coming over and he will not hesitate to set you straight and back in your place," my father told me.

I scoffed, "You'd allow a total stranger to tell me what to do?"

He chuckled softly but didn't say anything more.

I sat there picking at a string that was loose from the sofa. The only noises in the room was the tick of the large grandfather cloth in the room, my father's and I breathing and the sound of his newspaper rustling. My father and I haven't been on the best terms for the past few months. He was the one that pushed me to find a husband the most while my mother didn't say much about it.

"Bella," my father said.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Did you not hear me? I asked you to go answer the door," he told me returning to his paper.

I got up from my seat with a huff and stomped my way over to the front door. I grasped the door knob before pulling it open.

"Thirty minutes late, congrats," I snorted rolling my eyes and was about to turn away when a heavy hand on my shoulder stopped me.

I looked over my shoulder looking at the man for the first time.

He stood at 6'3'' and towered over my 5'4''. I could tell he was wearing a fancy suit even behind his scarf and heavy black coat. I looked up at his face which was one of anger, his emerald green eyes were burning with a fire and his lips were set in a hard line. His bronze colored hair was all over the place with a bit of snow in it from the heavy snowing that was going on outside.

"Aren't you going to take my coat little girl?" He asked leaning into me closely and breathed me in and looking at me up and down with his angry eyes.

"The coat closet's is to your right, I'm sure you can figure it out," I shook my shoulder and jerked away from his arm.

"Hmm..." the man hummed and stood up to his full height and walked around me in a slow circle. He picked up the end of my braid and rubbed it between his fingers before dropping it on my back again

"Very nice," he said quietly and put his hands on my shoulders to make me stand with my back straight which pushed my chest out more.

He grabbed my chin roughly and thrust my face closer to his making my eyes widen when I realized we were only a few inches away from each other's faces, "It will do you well to obey me without question little girl. Now I shall not repeat myself again. Take. My. Coat."

Before I could say anything he let go of my face and stood up straight. I could feel his eyes watching me, daring me to disobey. I wanted to scream out at him. How dare his man come into my own home and speak to me such a way. Who is he to me? Only a business associate to me father. But knowing that my father was in hearing range of us made me back down. I know that it would be displeasing to my father if I was to demand for Mr. Masen to leave and would lead to punishment later.

I took a deep breath to calm myself before I reached my hands up to the bottoms of his coat and began to undo them slowly avoiding eye contact. I untied his scarf and pulled it from around his neck then slid his coat from off his shoulders. I draped it over my arm and was about to walk over to the coat closet and hang it but he had once again stopped me.

"Gloves," he told me and I could feel his intense gaze burning a hole into my head.

I nodded before making my way back over to him and carefully plucked his gloves off of his large hands. I also noted that his nails were clean and clipped perfectly which meant he was no labor working man. He was probably a lawyer of some sort like my father. A man who didn't get his hands dirty.

I stuck his gloves in his coat pocked before walking over to the closet and hung both the coat and scarf together on the same hanger before shutting the door loudly and turning around again.

"This way," I said as I led him to where my father was in the parlor not even looking behind to see if he had followed me.

"Father, your guest has arrived," I said moving over to let the Mr. Masen into the room and he walked over to my dad to shake his hand.

My father stood up quickly to greet he man, "Mr. Masen so glad you could make it. Does everything please you so far?"

"I cannot say that everything has gone smoothly. But let's see how the rest of the evening goes. After all everything is fixable," he replied unbuttoning his suit jacket before sitting down on the seat I had occupied a moment earlier.

"Would you like something to drink perhaps? Isabella will get you whatever you wish," my father said sitting down in his seat as well.

I gaped at him and slowly began to shake my head at him and was about to object when Mr. Masen answered him.

"Actually a glass of scotch would be great," Mr. Masen said smirking at me.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm sure dinner will be ready soon. You wouldn't want to spoil your dinner with a drink."

His eyes darkened, "Have you already forgotten what I told you in the foyer Isabella. Do not disobey me. I will decide what is best for me and right now I want you to get me a glass of scotch."

I grinded my teeth together but didn't say anything back as I all but stomped my way to the bar in the corner of the room. I filled the glass with the half empty bottle of scotch and was tempted to spit in it but decided not to in risk of him seeing.

"Why thank you," he replied setting it in front of him without taking a sip.

My mother rushed into the room at that moment, "Oh Edward how good it is to see you again."

Mr. Masen chuckled and stood up giving my mother a soft hug, "Hello Mrs. Swan you look lovely than ever."

"Well dinner will be ready in a moment. Charlie darling can you help me with a few things in the kitchen?" she asked.

My father stood up and my parents made their way out of the room leaving me alone with Mr. Masen. I began to walk toward the door but his voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Sit," he commanded in a hard voice.

"Excuse me?" I scoffed back.

"I said sit Isabella," he growled at me.

I began to sit down in my father's chair when he stopped me once again.

"Not there...here," he said patting the place next to him.

I laughed loudly, "You are not my husband nor my intended. I refuse to sit beside you as if we are lovers."

He smirked at me, "Oh my dear you are sadly mistaken I own you and if I wish it then you will be my wife. Mark this Isabella you will do as I say without question and if you do not...then I will handle you myself."

I laughed, "Do you think I'm scared of you? Of your empty threats?"

He grinned at me, "Oh believe me Isabella none of my threats are empty. You'll see in good time my dear that I hold the power from here on out."

I was about to say something back to him when my mother walked back into the room smiling.

"Dinner is ready now. Come now before it gets cold," she told us before turning and making her way back into the kitchen.

"This isn't over," I told him before following after my mother.

He chuckled and followed behind me. It was as if I could feel his breath on the back of my neck.

-X-

"Edward dear aren't you going to eat?" my mother asked from next to my father as she put some carrots on his plate.

"I will once Isabella gets up and comes serve me," he said leaning back in his chair with his arms resting on the arm rests.

"Surely you joke!" I sneered at him from across the table.

"Oh my dear, you will be quick to learn I rarely joke," he sneered back at me.

"Isabella Marie now you get up and serve Mr. Masen," my father commanded me in a hard tone.

"Father!" I all but shouted.

"ENOUGH! Isabella you do not want to test me. Now you WILL get up and do as I say young lady," my father told me.

I huffed but otherwise said nothing else as I stood up from my chair and walked over to his side of the table.

"Place my napkin on my lap," Mr. Masen told me as one of his hands moved to wrap around my thigh which was now within arm's length.

I rolled my eyes and took the napkin off the table and shook it out with a little more force than necessary. I placed it neatly on his lap before turning away being sure to shake his hand off my leg and grabbed one of the bowls filled with food on the table. I started spooning the potatoes into his plate until he raised his free hand to signal me to stop. Once I had finished putting all his food in his place and poured him a glass of wine I turned to go back to my seat when his hand on my dress stopped me.

"What now?" I all but hissed at him balling my hands up at my sides.

He smirked and pointed at his cheek and as that moment I knew what he wanted. A kiss.

"NO! Absolutely not!" I screamed out loud my face turning red with fury.

"Isabella stop this right now!" my father shouted at me.

"Charlie I think it is time to tell her," my mother said in a quiet voice.

My father looked over at Edward who nodded at him. Edward released me in that moment and I made my way over to my chair on the other side of the table. I sat down with a huff and looked between my mother and father.

"Tell me what?" I asked still angered.

"Mr. Swan why don't you and your wife step out of the room for a moment. I'd like to speak with Isabella for a moment…alone," Mr. Masen spoke angered standing up from his chair.