Bella has become a slave rather than an adult. She is then sold to the one and only Edward Cullen. What surprises are waiting for her? Will the past unfold right before everyone's eyes? All Human. Set at the end of 1800s and begins near the 1900s in England, UK.
This is a rewrite of the original so please bear with me as I continue to update each and every chapter. Thank you to all of the readers of this fanfiction. I love you all!
The flowers started to bloom as the sun rose into the sky. The ocean kissed the soft, smooth sand, caressing it with its waves. Fairies danced around the roses like bees searching for nectar. They chimed and chirped as they carried their baskets of berries towards the fairy kingdom. White clouds skated slowly across the sky. Life blossomed into everything that the light from the sun touched and the waves washed away the sand on a blissful journey on some uncharted island. If life was anything like this, it would be greatly desired. Unfortunately, not everyone wanted to live in the mockery that we call a country.
The putrid smell of faeces hung in the air. The horse's hooves clipped and clopped around the deprived town whilst pulling the carriages with aristocrats inside. People of all status flooded the streets. Children threw a ball between them and parents scurried around the marketplace. On the streets several orphans squabbled over mouldy leftovers. That was before the police came around to disassemble them or send them to the workhouse. No one wanted to be sent to the workhouses. Some children didn't make it out alive.
The picturesque beach seemed like a dream that would never come true.
I had woken to the stench of the unpleasant odour of the sewage. Light streamed through the cracked windows. Time to get up I thought. Having slept on the freezing floorboard was felt like a blessing in comparison to sleeping outside in the bitter November night. Outside, you could be picked up by the police and taken to the workhouse. If you weren't rich enough to live in this world, you were fit enough to make everyone else's life better by doing the dirty work. The best part of not living on the streets is that I could at least make a fire in the morning when I woke in the shack, this shack I call a home.
When the owners of the shack arouse from their deep slumber, they would expect breakfast to be made and the room to be at a moderate temperature and cleanliness. Though, in this small shack, it was nearly impossible to clean and it was impossible to keep the heat in. My life wasn't even my own. The only thing I had of my own was my name. Isabella. I had been sold to slavery and my name was all I could remember.
Even at the tender age of fifteen, you knew nothing and your owner knew everything.
"Your days here are numbered, Isabella. Mary is expecting Nigel to be ready for work in 3 weeks," Randal said as he walked into the room. Reaching sixteen seemed to be the end of your life in my world. The person before me was reported dead after living a month on the streets. My owner, Randal, had always thrown us out when his wife was pregnant. When we were old enough to fend for ourselves we were kicked out. Randal was a very small fat man who loved his money more than he loved his wife. His definition of love was money. He hadn't ever loved anyone in his life. I was sure of it.
Randal had taken us from the orphanage. We were all expecting a happier life. That was until we saw the state of the shack and the other children. They weren't happy, they were mostly dead inside. Mary, his wife, was the opposite of him; she was tall and thin and she loved everything about herself. Her long mucky blonde hair held no beauty anymore. Randal was a pervert and took Mary in when she was only young. Her mother had given her to Randal so that he didn't take her mother's money. The only interest these people shared was money and sex.
Randal took a strand of my hair and gave it a tug. He smirked and stared back at Mary after sitting down in the rocking chair.
"Mary, when is our baby due?"
"In 2 weeks, my love, why do you ask?" Mary brushed her hands on her apron and sat beside Randal pulling out what looked like knitting. The other children were just waking ready to participate in their daily tasks.
"Do you know anyone that will want Isabella and her virtue? I simply seem to let her go. She'd make a fine toy. I wish to give her to one of our friends if possible then we can play with our little toy forever," Randal sniggered eyeing me up and down as if I was a prize winning pig.
"I'm sure I can find someone. Hopefully someone filthy stinking rich! Should I go to church and find a promising man to take her?" Mary asked smiling like a Cheshire cat.
"Yes, my darling, take it with you. Wash it up and give it a clean dress" Randal plotted in his head. Mary grabbed my wrists and dragged me to her and Randal's room. She positioned me by a basin after removing the rags that we wore instead of clothes and used the cold water left from earlier to wash me. She grinned after letting the freezing water fall onto my head. I shivered and internally screamed in agony at the cold biting at my skin. The November wind and the cold water was enough to have me shivering. That had earned me a clip around the ear.
"Don't move!" She shouted. She pulled a brush through my hair and tied it securely in a braid. She threw the dress at me to put on, tying the corset as tight as it could go.
"Behave Isabella or you won't be able to be sold at a high price" She sneered. Mary was only interested in the money. She was egotistical. No wonder she was married to Randal. She needed the little money he had.
As we strolled into the church, we sat in the pews waiting for the minister to finish the service. Mary was eyeing up everyone that walked into church. She made sure to check what they were wearing and what they looked like. Many eligible men were there with their mothers so Mary made sure to check when they gave offerings. The service ended and Mary spotted a young man who didn't even look a few years older than me. He had his mother attached to his arm.
"Oh Esme dear, is that you?" Mary flaunted over to them and hugged Esme softly. Esme's golden curls flowed down her back and her green dress was encrusted with tiny emeralds. Rich people. Mary was a quick thinker when it came to picking men and women. Esme's son was more handsome than anyone I had ever met. His skin was as smooth as alabaster and his eyes were a smoldering green colour. As if his eyes were emeralds but what could I really compare it to? I had never seen a real emerald before. I'd heard Mary talking to Randal about them but nothing more. His smile. It was enough to make me swoon. He was a God. I'm sure he was!
"Mary, pregnancy is very becoming of you, you look superb! And who, may I ask, is this?" Esme inquired. She stared at me looking me up and down. She had a gorgeous smile. Just like her son's.
"This is my daughter Isabella. We, Randal and I, were hoping to find a husband for her. No luck yet though! You'd think a pretty one like this would scoop one up by now!" Mary joked. Esme tried to suppress a grimace. So did I.
"Well, it just happens that Edward, my youngest, is looking for a woman to wed" She switched her gaze over to look at the young man. "Edward, greet Isabella properly!" Edward's eyes connected with mine a second time. He kissed the top of my hand.
"Hello Isabella, it is nice to meet you" I froze. The voice of an angel escaped his lips. Edward was beyond extraordinary; both in looks and manners.
He wouldn't want me or want to even know me when he knows where I have come from.