My Fiancé is Edward Cullen
Story: My Fiancé is Edward Cullen
Storylink: s/5857367/1/
Category: Twilight
Author: amoet
Last updated: 08/08/2010
Content: Chapter 1 to 34 of 34 chapters
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Summary: Fantastic. A boy asked to marry me when I turn 25. Great. Do I know this boy?" "Yes, you do, honey." "Who is he, then?" "Edward Cullen."
*Chapter 1*: The Memories and The Beginning
This is my first try in All Human universe. I don't own Twilight.
Edited by: AshlynVarela
Chapter 1
The Memories and The Beginning
My name is Isabella Marie Swan, but I go by Bella. I considered beautiful or a popular girl in High School or in collage, but I did have some good friends. I had brown eyes and dark brown hair, my skin was pale, it didn't matter if I stayed long enough in the sun. I spent my childhood with my mother when my parents divorced when I was 6 years old. When I was in high school, my mother remarried with a minor baseball player. And so as the selfless person that I am, I decided to give them some privacy so I moved to stay in my father until I finished my senior year of High School. I moved to Forks Washington, a small rainy town. If I thought moving to Forks would be good for me, I was wrong. In Forks, I had some best friends, Angela Weber and Alice Brandon. I knew Alice and her boyfriend Jasper Whitlock since our childhood. They were really good friends of mine but one of Jasper's friend wasn't. The whole population at Forks High knew Edward Cullen.
He was gorgeous-with bronze hair, perfect body and piercing green eyes, his father was a doctor in the local hospital, his mother was an architect. He was smart, but the bad thing was that he was famous for having a different girl on his arm every week. How the girls would ended up on his arm, I would never know.
When I started my first year at Forks High School Edward followed me around for a week. I didn't know what his problem was, during that time he started asking questions, like what was my favorite childhood game, my favorite cookie and sometimes he looked at me deeply, like trying to decipher my thoughts or memorized my face. It was creepy.
I tried to be polite with him, even though I received a lot of glares from some popular girls because he was following me around. And all hell broke loose when I refused to be his date to the Spring Dance. I refused him because I saw him making out with a fake blond girl in the hall, just before he asked me. He started to avoid me and spread some nasty rumors about me. Do you think that was the worst part? Of course not! He spread the worst part of my secret. He said I was a sleep talker or a somniloquist. How he find out, I would never know. Only my parents knew about this and there was no way Edward would ask my parents. I had to endure humiliating comments throughout my time at Forks High while Angela and Alice stood by my side as my best friends. I never dated in high school after my fight with Edward, I guessed I had bad impression towards men.
But that was 7 years ago. I went to Dartmouth after I graduated and received a degree in English Literature. I've never seen or herd about Edward since high school. Alice and Angela and I are still best friends and still talk with each other. Alice worked as a editor for fashion magazine in New York and Angela worked as a teacher in Forks.
And now I was walking to my office on a warm Monday morning, not that I didn't have a car, I did. My old red Chevy truck, it still works but I never use it for work, but I did use it on the weekends to the grocery store, to the bookstore or just hanging around at the park. I worked at a local publishing company in Seattle as a junior editor. I really loved my job because I had a chance to read new books before they were published and I had opportunity to meet with some outstanding authors. I hoped I could be like them someday.
My office was a second home for me. I spent the majority of my time in front of my computer to the point that I had to use my reading glasses, to prevent my eyes from being exhausted . My phone started ringing at the same moment I sat down into my chair.
"Bella Swan. How may I help you?" That's the standard greeting in the office (actually it is my standard greeting when I work).
"Bella, honey. How are you?" My mother's voice chimed in on the other line.
I smiled. "Hi, Mom. I'm fine, just arrived at my desk. How are you and Phil?" I started my computer and begun to open some files.
I heard her laugh. "Oh, Phil is fine. He says hi. Bella, do you think you could visit your dad this weekend?" I stopped what I was doing and furred my eyebrows. "Is there something wrong with Dad?"
"No, no, there's nothing wrong with your father honey. It's just...there is a thing that we as a family, have to settle." "A thing? Mom, can you be a little more specific?"
"Well..." she sounds nervous.
"Mom, what is going on?"
She exhaled. "Bella, your getting engaged."
I nearly fell out of my chair. "MOM! WHAT DID YOU DO? WHAT IS THIS? THE 18TH CENTURY? I CAN FIND MYOWN
HUSBAND!" My outburst gained some glances from my co-workers but I didn't care.
"Bella, please calm down, this is not your father's intention or mine, but it was the boy who asked your father to marry you when you turned 25 years old."
I slapped my forehead with my free hand. "Fantastic. A boy asked to marry me when I turn 25. Great. Do I know this boy?" My mother cleared her throat. "Yes you do honey."
Silence.
"Who is he then?" "Edward Cullen."
*Chapter 2*: The Story and The Profile
Chapter 2
The Story and The Profile
Edited by: AshlynVarela
My jaw dropped to the floor.
"Edward Cullen? The Edward Cullen? You have got to be kidding me Mom. That guy is a player," I nearly shout out again.
"I've talked to his parents Bella. Edward hasn't dated or seen any girls after he graduated from high school. He was waiting for you."
I didn't know if I wanted to cry or laugh. "Mom, he was a player when we were in high school. He spread nasty rumors about me when I refused his offer to the Spring Dance. Do you want your one and only daughter to marry with a player? Mom, I thought you are better than that!"
"So, you accepted his proposal?" I fumed. "I DIDN'T SAYTHAT!"
My mother sighed. "Will you please listen to my explanation first, Isabella? No interruptions!"
I clamped my mouth shut. I knew better if my mother started to use my full name. This was serious. "Alright, so what is the explanation?"
"Do you remember your friends when you were 4 or 5 years old?" "Huh?"
"Your childhood friends, do you remember any of them?"
I racked my brain for the answer, trying to reboot all my dim childhood memories. I remember a girl with black hair, a girl with blond hair, a boy with blond hair, and a boy with a bronze hair. And something clicked! Oh My God! Could it be?
Some random memories attacked my brain. Now I knew why Edward was looking at me in a weird way and asked me questions about my childhood. He thought I would remember him. I gasped. "Oh, no..."
"Yes, honey," My mom said. "You knew Edward since you were a little girl. Don't you remember him at all?"
How could I remember him? He hasn't spoken to me since he introduced himself. He just looked at me and answered my question if I asked, but never talked with me in the normal way.
"But..but..What does it has to do with the engagement?" My whole body began to shake, either with fear or anger.
"When we moved from Forks, Edward came to your father's house. He said he wanted to marry you when you turned 25 years old. Your father just laughed it off; he thought it was some kind of a kid's joke. But when Edward knew you were moving back to Forks, Edward came to your father's house again, asking for your hand in marriage. And this time your father knows Edward is serious."
My head spun. How was this possible? How could he do this to me? "And what did Dad say?"
"Your father gave Edward a chance for the Spring Dance to escort you but then you refused so Edward was kind of...mad. That was why he spread the rumors to cover your rejection."
I snorted. "That's stupid. Did he know why I refused him? He had a different girl attached to his arm every week, Mom, and I saw him making out with a stupid fake blond girl in the school hall the morning he asked me to the dance. I didn't want to be his victim and I didn't like him. He might have beenhandsome but he treated girls real bad."
My mother sighed. "He just did that for your attention, Bella."
I clenched my teeth. "Oh, so you're on his side now? No. Absolutely not! I won't accept this engagement. He could marry one of his girls in high school but not me."
"Bella, his parents already agreed to this." "What?" I nearly lost my temper. "What the hell-" "Language!"
"I don't care. Look Mom, I'm busy so please call me again later, Love you." I slammed the phone back on my desk and
rubbed my temples. I dialed the front office and asked the reception to hold all my calls for me and to just leave a message.
"Geezz...what happened to you?" Jessica Stanley, my co-worker greeted me with her nasal voice. I had a kind of on-off friendship with Jessica. She was nice enough to be your friend, but far away from the ideal type of a best friend.
"My mom" I answered her shortly. She didn't have to listen about the gory details of my 'engagement'. She was a bad enough gossiper already.
She just shrugged and sat next to my office booth. I was starting to edit some of my author's works when she popped her head on the top of the booth. "So, who is this Edward Cullen guy?"
"Who?" I asked non-chalantly without removing my attention from my work. From my peripheral vision, I could see she was rolling her eyes.
"The guy you were talking about with your Mom on the phone?" I stared at her. "Will you stop invading other people's privacy?"
"Hey, don't be so defensive baby, I was just asking." and then she disappeared to her booth. Ten seconds later, she squealed. "Holy, he is gorgeous!" She appeared again from her booth. "Hey, Bella. You have got to see this!"
I rolled my eyes and rose form my seat. I popped my head to her booth and there...on the computer was...Edward Cullen's Facebook profile. Man, he was gorgeous! His hair was still unruly bronze, his body was perfect and those green eyes...I drooled mentally to the image but I wasn't stupid enough to fall for him so easily. I had never had a good relationship record. I just didn't trust men. What I had seen in high school with Edward was enough for me to guard myself for being a playboy's or a player's victim. I had to thank Edward himself for becoming the worst role model of the male kind. The profile said Edward was a doctor for the Seattle local hospital. Well that didn't surprise me. Wait...Seattle local hospital? Over here? My eyes widened. Damn! He was closer then I thought.
"Are you sure you don't know him, Bella?" Jessica asked me, but her eyes were glued to the computer. Man, she was drooling too.
I sighed. "He was my friend in high school." I answered her in a bored tone and sat back in my seat. Apparently Jessica wouldn't give it up yet.
"Was?"
"We haven't seen each other since our graduation."
"So, just friend or was he a special friend?" She asked again eagerly. "Just friend." Or not..
"Do you know where he lives?" "Just read his profile."
"But, does he know where you work?"
" If he looked at my Facebook account maybe."
Jessica huffed after listening to my answer and went back to her seat. I exhaled. Finally...
Thankfully my work that day was full so I almost forgot about my mother's phone call and about the forced engagement. When I said almost was because I received some notes from all of my phone call for the day and looked in a message that turned my day to hell.
From: Edward Cullen: I'll visit you tomorrow at your office.