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Chapter 1

"Isabella, we need to produce an heir! It's the only way to get them off our backs!" Edward yelled at me.

We were in the office suite, on the 24th floor of Mase Corporation. The corp was a facade when the real dough was being made out on the streets by our fathers. The head honchos of a mafia, if you will.

"I'll never bring a child into this world! How can I bring a child into our world?"

"Your father and my father planned this for us many years ago. How much longer do you think they'll wait before they find substitutes and force us to marry virtual strangers? They'll think we might actually lose the corporation. They need us! We all need this corp to survive."

"I don't care." I said exasperated, hoping he would ease up on me. "Oh yes you do Isabella! You are only saying that now because you've always had this life! You don't know what it's really like out there, in the real world. A world where people worry they might not have a roof to sleep under, a car for transportation, bills, and food."

"I can work Edward! I don't need to resort to this life. I can take care of myself."

"Ha! Don't make me laugh, Isa!"

"No! Don't you make me laugh!" I sneered, "How about a life where I don't need to worry that the next time there's a knock at the front double doors of our mansions it won't be the feds? Ever since I was fourteen I've worried that the law will come back and nick my father!"

"It happens doll, that's life! It's our life!"

"Well I don't want it!" I felt the tear roll down my cheek as I looked away from him.

"Sooner or later you're going to have to accept that you and I need to partner up and fake a fuckin' marriage if we have to, but we have to accept our roles in these families."

"Why'd they have to put it on us? It's so fucked up" I whispered. I wiped the tear with the back of my hand furiously.

"I accepted it early on. Why can't you do the same?", Edward said while looking down at a coin he was flipping around in his fingers.

I don't think he understood that it felt like I was essentially selling my body if I went through with it.

Edward and I grew up together and sure I'd developed a crush on him at the age of thirteen, but shit changes when life happens. I watched my father get hauled away in the middle of dinner when men in full armored gear and drawn guns swarmed the dining room table and ordered my mother, and I to get down on the floor. I remember being so frightened, and paralyzed with fear and I almost couldn't move.

And I also remember that even when I finally snapped out of the fear enough to cooperate and get on the floor, I felt protected because even when my hero, savior, and angel was being pulled out of the house, my mother's face wore an expression I had never seen on her before. She was strong and brave, not a trace of fear crossed her features. My mother who was always the picture of a saint, now looked at me and ordered me to not cry. Some way, somehow I forced the lump in my throat down and I tried to mimic her expression as best I could. It was that day that I realized, my family wasn't as regular as I thought it was.

We sat in silence, and I was brought back to the present at the sound of his voice.

"Is this because of this Mike fellow?" he asked.

"Huh?" I was momentarily confused.

"Do you love him?"

"Wait, how did you know about Mike?" I asked bewildered.

"Come on doll, do you really have to ask?"

"Yes! I do, actually! Does my father know?"

"Why would you even think you could keep it from him?" he asked genuinely.

"Well it's not fair! I don't want anyone to know!" I jumped out of my chair frustrated. It felt like there were eyes everywhere when you were the daughter of a mafia boss.

"Sorry Isa, there's not much you and I can really do 'privately'"

"I really hope you're not being literal with that." I said looking down at the city lights. It was so beautiful at night and I almost wished the windows could be cracked open to feel the chill breeze sting my skin.

"You know what I mean. Just answer the damn question." It seemed he was running out of patience.

"I don't know. I'd like to think that if I loved him I had the choice to be with him."

"I see." He said softly and didn't give much more away.

"Well what about you?" I asked after a moment.

"What?"

"I hear through the grapevine that you're still hanging out with Tee."

"She's a sweet girl…you know." He looked up at me and we held each other's gaze. I couldn't read his eyes like he could read mine, sometimes I felt like an open book around him and it made me uneasy to be around him.

Even when I had strong feelings for him when I was a young girl, nothing ever happened between us. It seemed that whenever I was interested, he wasn't and when he was interested, I didn't catch on in time.

"So how can you talk about us, when you still have her?"

"Isa, that's not really an issue. I wouldn't worry about it."

"Well excuse me for worrying about it, but how can you talk about impregnating me, when you have a relationship with another woman?!"

"Look Isa, not that it's any of your business, but, it's not like I'm about to marry the girl." He looked at me and he was starting to look very tired.

"It is kind of my business though! She'll hate me if she knew what we were talking about! And I happen to like her!" Tanya and I weren't exactly best friends or anything but we were friendly and she was a nice girl. We grew up together having attended the same schools.

"I like her too, but it's beside the point. The reason I asked you to come in is so that we could discuss the contract."

"Is there a deadline or something?" I really hated that we had to go through this whole ordeal. I knew that I wouldn't go away just because I ignored the issue, but it didn't stop me from trying to do just that.

"We can go over it now, if you like." He said pointing at his chair.

He had already pulled another chair next to his, so that we could sit side by side while we went over the documents. There was a knock at the door and Jena his secretary walked in.

"Mr. Cullen, I'm done for the day. Is there anything else you need me to assist you with?"

"I'm quite alright. You may go, thank you Jena."

"Good night sir, good might Ms. Swan."

I smiled at her and she quickly left. I can imagine what Jena might be thinking. I've seen Edward in this element before. There's an elegance about him that would make anyone daydream. I highly doubt any of his employees had ever seen him and treated him on a personal level. Even the most confident of women would think twice about approaching him. He was sort of an enigma.

Edward and I combed through the smallest fine print trying to find a loophole that would mean that we could go on with life, and not worry about being married.

It was pretty much set in stone, our fathers had screwed us over, Edward and I needed to have a child together so that Edward could have the corp passed on to him. That was pure bullshit really.

"What's my child supposed to do with all this?" I said as I stood up.

"The child wouldn't inherit anything until my passing or once they've reached a certain age." He said annoyed.

"It just sounds ridiculous" I laughed.

"Indeed" he said pinching the bridge of his nose.

I grabbed my purse and started on my way out.

"No Edward, I can't."

"Wa-wait what?" he sounded panicked while rushing after me.

"I can't, I'm sorry!"

"Isabella, you have to!"

"No, I'll talk to my father!"

"I've already done that!" he grabbed ahold of me by my upper arms and made me look him in the eyes.

"I've been patient Isabella, I first brought this up to you when I found out years ago, I've let you go to college, start all those clubs or organizations that you like, and even have boyfriends for heavens sake! But I'm putting my fuckin' foot down. You're going to give me a son!"

"Make me." I said lowly while he held me tight.

A/N: NO CHEATING IN THIS STORY! :)