- Disclaimer: As you all know, I'm not Mrs. Meyer. I'm just playing around with her characters. -
Heads up: The beginning is in Edward's point of view. When you see this ~~*~~ it is means that the point of view is being changed. It will be changing into Bella's point of view today.
Chapter One: Surprise
I sat in my room, the walls a lined with shelves. Each shelf having dozens of music cases on top of them, all of earning a place among my favorite music. I sat at my desk, earphones plugged in, studying away with a biology book. School had become a necessity of mine; I was coming too close to the end of the year to let my grades slip now.
My door opened and in walked Emmett, his muscular body frame hard to miss. He stood for a minute, simply looking around the room as if he hadn't been in here a thousand times before.
With a sigh, I stopped studying and pulled out my earphones. "What do you need?" I asked.
"Carlisle called," He stated before he turned around and walked down the stairs. I followed him. Jasper was leaning at the foot of the stairs, his blond hair a dead giveaway even if he tried to blend in. We walked in silence to the study.
"Did he say why he wanted us?" I inquired. Jasper and Emmett shrugged the shoulders aimlessly, wondering too. The door to the study was open and Carlisle sat at his desk, reading glasses on, waiting on us to arrive. A smile graced his face.
He waved us in not looking up from his paper work. I sat down in the stiff plastic chair, Jasper and Emmett following my lead. I noted the other three identical chairs ones next to ours.
He worked for a moment, grinning like a man who's just won the lottery. Jasper, Emmet, and I glanced at each other in curiosity, wondering what had him acting that way.
Finally he put his pen down. "Boys," he started, taking a breath. "A few years ago I made a deal with a local man. My three sons would marry his three daughters. After signing a contract, we agreed our children would marry, officially." His grin widened. He looked over at the door, waving whoever was there to move forward.
"Today is the day you will meet your future brides," He said. We gaped at him in shock, turning our heads to get a better look at who was coming in. Three young women walked in, accompanied by our mother.
"Boys, this is Isabella," My father said standing up and stopping next to the three girls.
"Bella," One of the women interrupted. Her face flushed red as everyone's gaze turned towards her. "Just Bella,"
"Bella," Carlisle corrected, nodding respectively.
I stared at Bella for a moment, her brown hair and eyes enchanting me before I shook my head to rid of such thoughts.
Carlisle continued, "Rosalie, and Alice Swan. Their father has recently passed away and, as a man of my word, you three shall be wed." He stopped, glancing over at our mother to take the lead.
"Jasper you will be married to Alice," she gestured toward a short girl with dark brown hair. "Emmett to Rosalie," she indicated to a tall, blonde looking bored as ever. "Bella," She addressed her, "You will marry Edward."
"Don't we get a say in this," Jasper and Emmett quickly said.
"No," Our mother responded curtly. "Your father signed a contract and if he defaults on it he will be sent to jail. The girls have accepted their fate. It's time for you three to accept it too." We stared; perplexed at the unusual situation our father seemed to have slipped us into.
"Now that that's settled, why don't you three go get to know each other? It won't be long until the wedding." She moved to my father, holding him and supporting him, emotionally. We tried to protest but, it died in our throats as hands grasped at us. They pulled as out of the room, quickly and gracefully. My only thought was surrounding my little boy and how he would take Bella being his step mother. I was fucked.
My father had informed us long ago that we we're betrothed to his best friends children. On his death bed, he made us, my sisters and I, promise we would marry them. Tears were running down our faces as we pinky swore with him, just like we did as children.
Esme, our soon-to-be mother- in- law, picked us up at our dorms. Our luggage was in our hands, regretfully weeping in dissatisfaction at having to move. The car ride was silent as I stared out the passenger window; eternally grateful that Esme wasn't going to be overly cheerfully on the subject of our arranged marriages.
We arrived to the house, a small mansion really, it was beautifully decorated with flowers lining the path way. I almost gaped at the beauty at all…almost. Instead I gathered myself up, taking a deep breath and opening the door, stepping on the fairytale yard.
"Come on girls, follow me. I'll show you to the boys rooms, where you'll be staying." Esme informed us. "I'll show you the house as well; might as well kill two birds with one stone while we're at it." She winked.
Rosalie snorted, muffled by her hand so Esme wouldn't notice. She was the most unenthusiastic and displeased of as all.
Esme led us inside and quickly rushed us up stair, stopping at the first door half way open. The room was incredibly clean, too spotless to be any boys' room. A single canopy bed was in the center of the room, two dressers, and one with a mirror attached. Three closets could be seen from the door, two were a walk in, one a small closet.
"Alice," Esme began, "this is Jasper's and your room. Your father mentioned how you loved to shop and Jasper chose the room with the most closet space." Alice walked inside, genuinely excited and energetic. The most I had seen from her since the funeral.
Esme continued down the hall, stopping at another door. "Rosalie," she addressed my sister, "this is yours and Emmett's room. I apologize for the mess. Emmett, as most boys, is a bit of a slob." She gingerly opened the door, only to have it blocked by a pile of clothes. Rosalie moved ahead and pushed against the door until she fell on the ground, a pile of dirty laundry cushioning her fall. Alice and I giggled at her absurd countenance, only to have her glare at us in return. She looked, in disgust, around the room filled with clothes and garbage around the king sized bed.
Rosalie finally walked out the room, her face now placed in a perfectly composed mask. There was only one door left, at the end of the hall, far away from the others.
"And last, but not least, is Bella and Edward's room," Esme said leading us down to the end of the hall. This time I didn't wait for Esme to open the door and just pushed it open, hoping to God that Edward's room wasn't as messy as Emmett's room.
To my surprise, it was almost as impeccably clean as Jasper's. The only difference being a hamper right next to the bathroom door, piled with clothing. The balcony could be seen from the door, adorned with beautiful white curtains. Edward's and I guess now mine, bed was suspended, no box spring was underneath just wires.
"Carlisle and my bedroom are on the first floor." She informed, smiling slightly. "You never know how rowdy it can get with our boys living in the house." She chuckled. I tried to politely smile (not wanting to offend her), but it came out as more of a grimace instead.
"Well," she continued after a moment, "It's time for you to meet the boys." She walked us back down the hallway, not before making sure to close each door.
We walked sluggishly towards the end of the stairs, moving quicker when the office was in sight. A middle aged man sat behind a desk, his reading glasses teetering on the edge of his nose. Three men sat in identical chairs next to each other in front of him. Carlisle waved Esme in, a smirk prominent on his old yet dashingly handsome face. It was no wonder why they both married, looking so happy together as she stood by his side.
I blanched out for the conversation then, only speaking up when Carlisle called me Isabella, my birth name. I snapped out of it when Esme gave us the signal to whisk them away toward their rooms. I grabbed Edwards' hand and hurriedly rushed up the stairs and into his room, silently envisioning getting to know my fiancé.
- Just so you know this is NOT a new story, although the plot might change. This is a rewrite of Marriage, it's not easy. MINE (Marriage, it's not easy) belongs to me along with the rights to this rewrite. The characters still belong to Stephanie Meyer but, the plot belongs to me. I hope you like this rewrite. And I cannot take all the credit for this rewrite. Mimi1997 from is helping me rewrite this story. If you would, please check out her stories. Personally, I love her plots and writing. I would love for you to check her out. She's amazing! Till I update again, check out Mimi1997, comment, vote, and fan if you haven't already. XD