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Summary: In the 1800s, Carlisle has ordered his son, the snobby Edward Cullen to get married. To spite him, Edward has chosen the hardworking maid, Bella Swan, thinking Carlisle will balk at the lowly maid, and drop the entire marriage condition. What he's not expecting is her temper, spirit, and pride. When Carlisle forces them to get married, can they put themselves past the prejudices of class and find love? AH/AU BxE.

READ ME!!!:There will be more action and interest in future chapters, this is just to set the scene.

"What? That is completely unfair, Father. Wherever did you get this ridiculous condition from?"

Dr. Carlisle Cullen sighed. "I'm sorry, son, but it's the only way. I didn't want to bring it to this, but you leave me no choice. Between all of the gallivanting at all hours of the night and the women, you have to settle down."

"But marriage, father? Or disownment?! Is this your idea of a joke?!" Edward Cullen replied.

"Listen to me, son. You are blowing this totally out of proportion. You still have it better than most young men of your age and station. At least I'm letting you choose your own bride."

"This is ridiculous. I refuse."

Carlisle's face hardened. "Fine, then. And where do you plan on staying? It's the middle of winter, and the streets will be unforgiving."

Edward's eyes widened and his nostrils flared, but he didn't speak.

"I don't want to have to kick you out, but your behavior has left me no choice. It's marriage or the streets Edward."

"How can you do this to me?!" Edward replied angrily.

"You've done it to yourself." Carlisle said shaking her head sadly as Edward stormed out the door.

Why would he do this to me? I'm supposed to be his son! Fatherly love, my--- His most likely profane train of thought was interrupted as he bumped into one of the family maids.

"Watch where you're going!" Edward snapped angrily as he was met by a pair of chocolate brown eyes.

The girl had brown hair and dirt-scuffed cheeks. All of a sudden, the beginnings of an idea struck him like lightning.

"You're perfect…" he muttered softly with a gleam in his eye.

And so it begins.

Author's Note:

Feel free to recommend a title, either in a PM or a review, whichever you prefer. As promised, there will be more action in future chapters, but setting the scene is necessary.

So I should really be working on my Naruto fanfiction right now, but this flew into my head, and my friend Freddie (that's not her name, I just call her that) has been bugging me to finally post this. So, here's to you Fred!