Hey all! So I am reposting this story after a few years….. while I love this site there are a few people who believe if they do not like a story they have the right to disrespect me and my work.

I'm human, and all I ask is if you don't like the story, please stop reading, being a troll doesn't help anyone.

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Prologue

Bella danced around her shop with her best friend and sister Angela. They did it, they opened their own bakery and tomorrow was going to be the 1st official day, and they couldn't wait.

"We did it; we did it, we did it hooray!" Angela sang. Angela might have had a thing for Dora, the Explorer when she was a child.

"We are the owner of IS A Bakery. I can't wait until tomorrow." Bella gushed as they walked around doing the last and final inspection of open area.

"We need a drink," Angela said, and she turned up the music and started to dance a little more. They had the shades down in the windows, and no one could see in on them.

"I'll get it." Bella offered heading into the back and grabbed a bottle from their shared apartment above them. When she came back down the music was off it was quiet to quiet.

"Angela, where's the music?" Bella yelled, walking around back and rising out the glasses but received no answer.

"Angela hello wh-" Bella froze dropping the glasses and bottle of their cheap sparkling wine hitting the ground with a loud crash. In her bakery was Charles Swan, one of the most feared Mob bosses in the United States, and he was standing in her bakery with at least ten of his men standing around him.

Bella snuck a look at Angela who was standing behind the counter where she kept her music player, but her whole body was shaking in fear.

"Ho-how can I-I-I help –you?" she managed to force out as she came to stand next to Angela, and both girls reached out to each other and linked hand.

Charles smiled as he walked close to the two girls only to frown slightly as both took a step away from him, fear written on their face. "I'm looking for someone." He spoke his voice even.

"We-We can't help you," Angela said. "Please leave."

"I believe you can." He said with a smile.

"No, I don't think we can. I must agree with my sister, can you please leave." She said, hoping that her voice was still and strong, she needed this man out of her place of business.

"Sisters, but not by blood, Isabella you are adopted are you not?" he asked as if she knew the answer.

Both girls froze, not many knew Bella was adopted since they looked enough alike people always thought they were related by blood. "How do you know that?" Bella asked, bringing her sister closer.

"I've done my research. We need to talk, can we head upstairs to your apartment." He said.

Bella scanned the men who all had their eyes on them and shook her head no. "Here, fine," Bella said. "I asked how did you know I was adopted. I don't tell anyone I am."

"Do you know what happens to my family about twenty-two years ago?" he asked as his hand came to rest on the man closest to him. Emmett his son, Bella had heard many things about him, and from what she could see it was all true. He was big, taller than his father, and built like a linebacker and his eyes were on Bella, and she did not like that.

"No disrespect sir but please leave our establishment before we call the police," Bella answered her voice is coming out like a whisper. She was scared, noting good happened when a Mob Boss came to visit you. Nothing.

"Ladies you miss understand me, I am not here to cause you any harm," Charlie said.

"So why all the men?" Angela asked.

"For my protection, I assure you, these men will not hurt you."

"Then, why are you here?" Angela asked.

"For her," Charlie said, pointing at Bella.

Bella nearly fainted as she heard those words, her..he wanted her, but why. "Why?"

"As I was saying earlier," he took a seat in one of the many chairs available. "Please sit." He gestured to the seats around him, but both girls shook their head no. Neither one is trusting that man across for them. "I insist that you sit." He said in a more stern tone, and both girls at once moved together and sat next to each other across from him.

"As I was saying earlier, do either of you girls know what happened to my family about twenty-two years ago." Both girls shook their head no. "I would guess not a little before your time. I'm sure that you two might have heard later in life, that my daughter Marie was Kidnapped from the hospital two hours after she was born. Two hours after my wife Renee gave birth, someone took her from us."

Bella knew where he was going and wanted to stop him there before he could go any further. "Sir, before you go any further, please let me tell you, my parents died in a car crash, it was an open adoption I was of the ward of the state."

Charlie held up a hand to stop her. "I know you think that. For a while, I thought that as well, I crossed you off my list years ago, but then sometimes when you hit a wall, you go back and look over all our old evidence. Thought it wasn't me who figured it out, it was my son Emmett who figured out the lie in your story."

"You're saying that you think I am your daughter," Bella whispered.

"I don't think you're my daughter; I know you are. DNA doesn't lie."

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