Monsters Are Made

Rated: Mature (For adult themes.)

Anyone under the age of 18 needs to hit the X in the corner. This story will not be suitable for minors. Please, I am a mother, so do not stay if you are under age.

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended and no financial gain is derived from the use of these characters, I own nothing. I do have great fun playing my own twisted games with the players though.

I have an amazing beta 4MeJasper that makes me look way more intelligent than I actually am, so thanks a million times over for that! Any mistakes are mine.

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Chapter 2

Bella POV

New Years Eve 2008

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped my fluffy robe tightly around my waist, then checked the clock for what seemed to be the hundredth time today. Two hours until go time, as I liked to call it.

I sighed, thinking vaguely about what that meant. This was my life now, I admonished myself, and so far it had kept me safe. Well as safe as anyone in my line of work could be.

Out of habit, I glanced at the white leather band that was sewn without a clasp onto my left wrist. It gave me comfort during times of stress. Nobody knew that the only remaining pieces of my previous life were sewn into the lining of this bracelet.

I had sewn it closed around my wrist, where it would stay forever, if I had anything to say about it. Thankfully it blended with my skin tone, and other jewelry covered it well enough that people rarely asked about it.

My life now was not altogether unpleasant. I had a nice room with a master bath, walk-in closet, and personal sitting room all to myself. I had earned every single thing I owned, even if it was in a way I had never imagined myself doing so.

Everything I owned was classy, elegant and expensive. I could even be called wealthy to some extent, but my life was not my own, not really, and it never would be. A person didn't choose this life without a reason, and I was no different.

Shit, here I was getting distracted again. I had an important event, which I absolutely could not be late for. I smiled at myself halfheartedly in my vanity mirror, and dutifully sat myself on the comfortable seat in front of it.

Working on my now waist-length hair, I brushed it smooth and added a few hair-care product to make it shine, and keep the style I wanted. I rolled it into hot rollers before starting on my makeup.

I would have preferred to keep my look more natural but the evening didn't really call for it, so I went full out. I made sure to moisturize. Worked on my lipstick base, then went to work on my foundation, preferring the bare minerals foundation over the liquids brands.

Once my base and blush were in place, I applied my eyeliner, lip liner, smoky eye shadow, and finally my mascara. After those were set, I did my lips in crimson red, and then coated with the newest 24-hour sealing gloss. Each step was mechanical. I had done each of them literally hundreds of times, but I was still pleased with the results.

I put on a pair of diamond earrings and the matching diamond solitaire necklace. I added several diamond tennis bracelets, mainly to cover the leather bracelet on my left wrist. I didn't like to wear this jewelry, all were gifts from men whose names I no longer remembered.

It was part of the job, though, and never let be said that I was shirking my responsibilities. For one brief moment I wondered just how much Jacob would hate me, if he were here to see what had become of me. I realized quickly, however, that I would not be in this mess if he were. I dismissed the thought quickly after that.

I returned my attention to my hair. Once the rollers were out, I pinned the majority of it up into perfect curls on the top of my head leaving only a few curls to hang elegantly around my neck. I looked the picture of elegance. I sighed, but didn't allow the self-hate I fought with to overtake me. Not tonight, this client was supposed to be important.

I turned to my clothing hook, and took the lingerie set of black lace down. Once I had stepped into the lace thong and garter belt, I carefully rolled the black stocking up my legs, being mindful of snags, before attaching them to the belt. The bra went on next.

Luckily my bra wouldn't show, thanks to my Armani dress's perfectly placed straps. They were the only thing that constituted a back on my nearly backless black dress. I was thankful because adulthood for me had also come with adequate curves, that didn't really allow me to go without a bra. I tried not to think about the fact that, as that was probably, at least half the reason why I was doing so well in the profession I had fallen into.

I had ended up here simply because I was looking for a place to hide and make enough money to care for my responsibilities. Responsibilities that were far more important than my dignity, or any other moral reason that might have stopped me from making the call that led me here.

Either way, I had a new and improved hourglass shape that I kept well-toned in the gym, provided for us ladies, which required that I wear a bra. Between my thin dress, and the cold of London this time of year, I didn't dare forgo one, if I didn't want to have a wardrobe malfunction that would make Hollywood starlets like, Britney and Paris, look properly dressed.

I slid into my new Armani silk dress. Watching in the mirror as it pooled perfectly on the floor, and gracefully moved my right leg a step forward to see the side slit that stopped high on my hip. The dress fit perfectly, and my heels would take care of the extra length. Thankfully, gracefulness was also something that had come from years of running, and a lot of practice.

I slipped on the four-inch strappy, silver stilettos and buckled the ankle straps before standing perfectly straight to check the neckline. A perfect square neckline that showed just enough cleavage without being indecent.

A crystal accented silver band ran under the bust and up the sides becoming straps, that crossed perfectly over my upper back. The straps covered my bra before leaving the rest open to just above my hips. The dress was cinched tight by another crystal band directly across my hips, that hid my garter line well, before flowing semi-loosely to the floor. Lastly, I spritzed on a small amount of perfume to change my scent and deemed myself presentable.

Everything about my appearance was as it should be, elegant and classy, yet slightly showy. I could only hope I was up to the high standards that had been requested.

Mother or Madam, as I called her, when not in private, had chosen me because I was her best. I was a professional, and I did my job exactly as was asked of me. I made fantasies come true, made men believe that they were adored, that all my actions were real, and not a job I was being paid to do.

I had the things I did for a reason. I made the money I did because I made sure that people believed I was really whatever they had been told I was, or had requested that I be.

With that in mind, I slipped on the final piece of my costume for this evening, a six carat emerald cut perfect clarity diamond engagement ring. Apparently, if I did my job well it would be mine to keep. It really was beautiful, set in a wide band that had more diamond down the sides of the band, and intricate scrolling designs on the large rectangular stone setting.

Truly beautiful, but I didn't want to keep it. The ring felt like it weighed a thousand pounds on my finger. I knew it was all in my head, but I had a hard time shaking it, the thing was heavy and I wanted it off my hand already.

Shaking that thought away; I grabbed my dress coat and sat down on the sofa in front of my fireplace. The warmth helped sooth my nerves almost instantly. I picked up the file from the seat beside me, and once again looked over the notes for the evening. I noted that I still had about 40 minutes until the appointed time for my date.

I was Lady Isabel Marie Phillips, heiress and only child to eccentric billionaire, Lord Henry Phillips. My date insisted he had proof of course, and I was given some notes on the man that was supposed to be my "Daddy".

My date and I had met in the Caribbean while on vacation, and we had fallen head over heels in love. Thankfully, since we were British we would not need to be overtly affectionate.

Three months later, he had proposed, and I of course had said yes immediately.

Now that we were back in London, I was to be introduced at one of the very rare public functions he attended. His business associates would expect nothing less. My date was apparently reclusive and rarely made such public appearances.

He gave me a few brief notes on his shipping business, but wrote, and I quote "to stick to the vacation and dearest daddy, and fend off inquiries for the date of our upcoming marriage. That was if I was called upon to speak at all."

It was obvious that the man thought me incapable of intelligent speech, and while I wanted to take offense I simply could not, given my position. He was just lucky my British accent had come naturally, or he would have been stuck with one of the girls who really shouldn't speak.

Either way I had done some research on his, and other shipping, businesses. I would not flounder if called upon to answer any relevant questions at the event of the year, as it was being touted.

I grabbed the surprisingly legitimate looking fake ID out of the file, and slipped it into my black clutch, along with the other necessities I carried with me. The condoms as always causing me to grimace before I snapped it shut again.

Regardless, in only an hour, I would be introduced to London's elite society as...

Lord Alistair Gray the third's, fiance, if only for tonight.

A/N: Please review... I will put Chapter two up tonight or tomorrow. It's completely finished!