A/N: This is my very fisrt multi chapter Twilight fiction. The characters are a bit OOC, actualyy they are totally OOC. But I have tried my best to keep them as gorgeous as ever. I hope my readers would love reading this story.

Special thanks to my beta Glamorous Shellz... I would not be able to post it without your help333

Disclaimer - I do not own the Twilight characters... they belong to Meyer only.

Chapter 1

Edward glanced at his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time. Sitting in the grand living room of this imperial looking villa was the most uncomfortable feeling he had in his entire 22 year old life. He tried to shift his mind from the disturbing opulence of the place, and his green eyes darted through the large room impatiently, searching for a thing, anything that could help him to relax but nothing seemed to ease him.

The Italianate villa with tiled mansard roof didn't look so marvelous from its exterior, until they stepped inside. They found a lavish exhibition of prosperity and of course a very fine taste. Lush Persian carpet covered marble floorings, replicas of various famous sculptures and beautiful paintings hung in the wall. For a moment he felt they were in a wrong place. Soon an old lady, the maid of the house most possibly, proved him wrong by welcoming them. They were guest to the owner of this house, he understood from what the maid said, was waiting for them.

"This is crazy." He murmured.

"Did you say something?" a cold domineering voice of a female reminded him his duty to obey the lady, just to obey her and not to use the over inquisitive brain of his.

"Who did you say are we waiting for?"

"Her." he sensed a smirk adding a hint of amazement to the word. He looked up on the grand staircase and abruptly stopped breathing.

The girl who was coming down the staircase was probably not the most beautiful girl in this world but to him she was something else. Attired in a knee-length green natty outfit with blue works in it she glided down the staircase looking intently at her guests. She had a thin body, pale white skin bathed in moon light and a familiar sweet looking face. But her eyes; he knew them. Last time he saw them he had found childish joy filled in them, a pair of brown mesmerizing eyes full of light. Today he found that she had eyes that knew how to keep secrets. But what bothered him more was the fact that those eyes knew how to capture a man's soul inside them.

It seemed almost painful to him, to endure her deviously innocent yet dangerous sight that scanned him. It was the second most uncomfortable event he was facing this morning. He felt he was standing on a precipice of oblivion, and his cognizance leaving him slowly. He shifted on his seat awkwardly, turning his surprised gaze away from her.

"Good morning Miss Swan. I am Rosalie Hale from mysterynow&then. This is my assistant Edward Masen." The blonde rose from her couch and shook her hand with the young girl. "Edward, meet Miss Isabella Swan, granddaughter of Grace Katherine Morris."

Edward nodded his head to greet Isabella, who was still observing him. Except for now, her doubts were disappeared and instead amusement took its place. He wished he knew who he was going to face today. "Hello Edward. It's nice to meet you again."

Isabella smirked observing his hesitation. Edward gasped, cursed his best friend, and moved his hand towards hers.

"You know each other?" Rosalie asked arching her brow.

"Yeah... Well we, uh…met last year in Paris." He stammered, almost too scared to say it out loud.

"Yeah, I remember," Isabella whispered softly as she gazed down.

Edward slowly drifted away to the last time he had met Isabella, the same memory which he had buried deep inside the back of his mind, the same memory where he tried to forget the sweet beauty that now stood in front of him even though he never thought this would ever happen.

They learned a couture suite was reserved for them in the Hotel Mandarin Oriental Paris before arriving there; unlike their other projects all expenses and other responsibilities such as their aliases, local contact numbers, transportations, and necessary information they required to accomplish the job they were recruited for, were bore by their recruiter. The venue was chosen by Jasper. He had a poignant dream to spend a night on the fashionable street of Rue Saint-Honoré which he was finally able to live in. Edward was happy too, as he no more had to watch those weird expressions on his friends face whenever the names of the particular street, city, or the country itself came up in the middle of theirconversations. Both of them were highly satisfied with the arrangements done by Mr. Beckett, personal assistant of their recruiter.

They were having a great time there, when they were not planning and arguing about the job.

After three joyful days of business and pleasure, one fine evening Edward discovered himself alone. He tried Jasper's new number, and reached the voice mail. He realized very soon that he had to enjoy his evening alone so decided he'd go for a walk.

He donned his jacket and stepped out of his suite, advancing towards the elevator. He found an old man in his seventies standing in the elevator. By his side a middle aged lady shot him a glare as soon she realized he was staring at her. He quickly shifted his look to the two teenage girls laughing hysterically with their eyes on the screen of their iPhone.

He looked further left and found a young girl was searching something frantically inside her hand bag. Her auburn hair had covered her face entirely but something pulled him to step forward towards her. In a while she found whatever she was looking for, which was a brown envelope. She raised her head with a small smile of satisfaction, and he noticed a pair of brown eyes in her reflection on the wall next to him. Compassionate sensitive eyes scanning the people around her. Her eyes slowly moved from the old man to him, it took her only a moment to comprehend he was actually staring. She raised her eyes to see his face properly. Sometimes he wondered why some strangers made him feel as he'd been known to them for a very long period. The girl dressed entirely in black gazed upon him as if it were him she was searching for, and finding him out from the indifferent crowd was the biggest mission of her life.

That's when he saw the rest of her features. A beautiful sweet looking face, pink lips, slender body, and light make up. The cute girl most probably was a teenager in a holiday. Sporting an expensive handbag and what looked like a designer outfit, she was dressed perfectly for the gorgeous evening in the most popular spot in the city. He sniffed a hint of Dior in the air surrounding her, and finally decided tobreak the silence.
"Hello." He threw the dazzling smile that worked magically with women.

She smiled back, a genuine one displaying her pearl teeth. "So you're a tourist?" she asked him arching a brow.

"No, business actually. You are a tourist I think?"

"What makes you say that?" she replied, her eyes widened with amusement and surprise.

"That." he gestured to the road map and tour guide in her hand. He figured she was enjoying their conversation, however short it was. He intended to take the conversation further to the formal introductions, ignoring his inner voice that chided him about his business trip that did not allow him to get any personal job done during.

"I'm Isabella by the way." she turned to him at once.

"Umm... I'm Matt." he stammered and thought for a moment if it would be too aggressive if
he asked her for a coffee. Or maybe he could ask her if he could be of any help in her sightseeing plans for the evening. They could spend the evening simply talking in the café he spotted the previous day acrossthe street. Maybe they could plan out something else. His list of probability was getting bigger when she waved her hand in front of him to get his attention, "Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry I was... Umm..." he tried to think of something to say.

"Lost in your thoughts?" she smiled.

He felt better as she had washed off the embarrassment that snaked through his consciousness for a moment with her perfect smile, "I was wondering if you could help me finding out a good restaurant or food joint. If it doesn't bother you of course."

Stunned, he looked at her face to know whether she was joking but she continued, "Actually my brother had promised me a dinner but he got stuck with a meeting. And I know nothing of this city. You said you're here for business, so I figured you might know about a nice place unless of course, you have other plans," She stopped speaking and waited for his reply.

"Actually, I don't know much places here." he spoke very honestly and noticed her brightening smile had faltered. "But I think I know enough to entertain your evening." She beamed at his answer.

The next couple of hours went talking about a lot of things. Things that were not a least important to any of them. They talked about Paris and the roads they were walking on. How the classical French cuisine had evolved with time and now what were the best dishes they could have. He learnt that she too liked the color black and they continued talking about their favourite movies and music and changed from one topic to another.

"Yeah, I'm actually here with a friend, but he left me all alone," he smiled as Isabella laughed and placed a hand on his shoulder as a comfort.

"I know how you feel, my brother, he went to this meeting and now without you, I probably would've been sulking around here somewhere, all bored," she laughed which sounded like melody to his ears.

"Me too," he nodded and felt a little timid to admit it for some reason.

After a few moments they discussed about the latest fashion trends. She mentioned she never followed any trend as she preferred to have her own style statement,in which he replied her style suited her personality perfectly.

She mentioned she loved trying new things.

"How about Japanese cuisine?" he asked nervously.

"Uhh, that sounds…" she thought hard and finally found a word to say, "adventurous, yeah, I guess, Japanese cuisine, do you want to try it?"

"Like, now?" he questioned surprised.

She nodded with a smile.

"Okay, sure, I guess. There's this Japanese restaurant right round the block. I visited the place just yesterday. Do you wanna try that?"

They walked to the restaurant where the traditional cuisine was quite different to his taste, and the specialty, grilled eel was something he tried for the very first time in his life. It was a real adventurous experience for him, and he wanted Isabella to try it as well. With a small taint of uncertainty and a large amount of nervousness he showed her the way in the restaurant and opened the door for her. The waiter who served them last evening welcomed him with a big formal smile on his face, and gestured them towards a corner table.

Edward quickly pulled out Isabella's chair for her to sit.

"Thank you, Matt," she smiled and he felt weirdly nice.

Once they settled themselves, Edward motioned the waiter to take their order and looked at his beautiful partner who was busy observing the décor of the place and its guests.
"So what do you wanna order?" Edward asked smiling.

"I'm trying this cuisine for the first time today. Why don't you order something good?" she said, her voice sounded candid and amiable to him. He placed almost the same dishes, and asked again cocking his eyebrows.

"Would you like to try grilled eel? It's a specialty here."

"Eel? As in the fish eel?" she asked surprised. "Umm, okay, why not?"

After they had finished their meal, he noticed her scratching something on a tissue. He looked at her questioningly. She smiled. "I was just trying to get the name of this place inside my head you know. It's uncommon." she stated shyly.

He assured her. "I came here with my friend last evening, and the only thing I remembered was the location. And of course the menu." He winked.

"You are a foodie yourself aren't you?" she took a sip from the glass of water.

"How do you say that?"

"From your face. It was glowing when you were placing our order, or when you were explaining me those things about French cuisine." she blushed a little and she looked even more beautiful.

Smiling, he replied,"As a matter of fact I am. But I'm better as a chef." He hated bragging, but he was aware of the fact that his cooking skill was really good, and popular among his friends.

"Is that true or you're just trying to impress me?" she asked playfully.

"No, I'm not. Seriously, ask me anything you want. About any dish,"

She thought for a few seconds, "What is your forte?"

"I'm good at Italian. But my forte is pastries." she widened her eyes in shock.

"Seriously Matt?" he winced hearing the fake name on her lips. Even though he knew it was fake, her spontaneous way of pronouncing it made him feel very real about his alias. "I once tried to make pastry for my brother. It was a disastrous. Actually, it was me. I am a disaster in the kitchen." She laughed her enchanting laugh while he smiled. A sad smile, if she could get it.

She was speaking a lot on their way back. It was like a good dinner had broken the last barrier of ice between them. She kept talking about what she liked about the restaurant and what not. "They should change the name though. Its hard to remember. Maybe they should use a more common English or semi-English name." she continued, walking slowly through the lobby of their hotel. Edward led her towards the elevator.

"Maybe not." he said absent mindedly. "A name is not really important, is it?" He spoke half about him.

The next question brought his mind back in the elevator. "But we are not talking about a person here. Are we?" he smiled to face her. "Maybe that name means something to them."

"Yeah. Maybe." she murmured lowering her head to the floor.

After a moment of awkward silence she opened her mouth again. "What's with the sudden silence?"

"Because I'm done doing the small talks with you. I want to talk with you on some real topics of my life. I want to tell you about myself, and want to listen from you about yourself. That's what with the sudden silence."

His inner self yelled. But he managed to say something utterly dissimilar to that. "We are about to say good night to each other. And good bye too. Tomorrow we'll be leaving."

She stopped for a split second, as if she landed to the real world from her enchanted land.

They stood in front of her Mandarin Terrace room, looking into each other's faces. Edward wished this would never end. When they headed for the walk, they didn't think of this. That they would have to part their ways at a certain point. He wished if he could freeze the moment there in front of her room.

She was the first one again to break the silence. "Matt, can I tell you something?" he cringed internally when her lips uttered his fake name again.

"Sure." His voice sounded almost lost.

"I didn't like the grilled eel. I'd say it then but you were so enthusiastic about the specialty."

He felt that familiar nervousness, and went completely quiet. Reading his confusion and nervousness, she said in a low voice slightly blushing, making her beautiful cheeks go a pretty pink. "I think you should compensate for pushing me to taste something awful." She licked her pink lips coyly. That was an enough hint for him.

Before his thoughts refrained him to move further, he dived his lips into hers.

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"Grace Morris? The dancer who allegedly had an illicit affair with the Senator Anthony Graham Hopkins?"

Isabella's eyes widened with anger and the other two noticed how the flames of fury changed her facial expression for just a split second. She composed herself in a moment and smiled.

"I'd prefer to remember her as the very talented dancer who introduced new styles and concepts in the world of contemporary dance, whose biography and works are still taught in different 'so-called' famous dance institutes." She replied confidently.

Rosalie poked him secretly in his ribs, throwing a hint to him with her slightly angry eyes to apologize.

"Miss Swan pardon me for my inappropriate words. It's just the words I read and heard about her came into my mind. I am extremely sorry if I hurt your feelings." he said with a sad expression in his face.
She scanned his face, doubts in her eyes. But as dazzling he was, she could not help but melt. "And I'm sorry for my words if I sounded rude. You know we idolize gram." She smiled softly.

Rosalie took a breath of relief, as the young girl sitting in the grand sofa in front of her was apparently calm again. "A lot of people do idolize her." Rosalie spoke. "As a matter of fact in my childhood I used to dream of becoming a dancer like her myself. But eventually I found another way to fulfill my dreams." she smiled, which was not so honest.

She was not so sure if her mechanical smile worked well with Isabella, but all she needed now was to calm her and get as much information as it was possible. Putting her file on the center table she took a small sip of her coffee that was served some time back.

The girl peered into the file inquisitively, her face blank. "I can see you already have done full research about her." Bella said nonchalantly.

"Not full actually. I've gathered some information, but they are not enough." Rosalie said handing her the file. "Here have a look."

…

After two and a half hour, Edward was seated back in Rosalie's car. He sighed, a little happy to be out of the grand house where he had been sitting awkwardly in front of a girl whom he had lied to a year ago.

"Let me tell you a story." Rosalie Hale, inhaled deeply and started speaking breaking the silence, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. "In the year 1901, Samuel John Winchester, a famous gemologist of his time, who was rather known for his craftsmanship on making designer jewelleries. He crafted a pendant. A small red ruby connecting two quite big diamonds. Old Samuel was quiet obsessive about his work, and spent all his savings to make that pendant. Going against his brother Dean who was his only family, he gifted the pendant to his girlfriend Ruby." She paused to take a sip of her coffee.

"Ruby, a barmaid, was however not worth enough to own the pendant, or Samuel's love in the first place. The greedy woman sold the pendant to an Italian businessman Damon Salvatore, which got stolen later in the year most loyal associate Niklaus accused Lady Katherine, Salvatore's fiancée, and Niklaus got terminated."

The beautiful editor-in-chief of mysteriesnow& took a sip of her steamed Mocha. She loved sipping hot steamy coffee while driving. She looked as if she was enjoying her drive through the road, which was almost deserted except for a few trucks and passenger cars.

Although her story was interesting enough to create a buzz inside Edward's mind, he failed to get a clear picture how this story was relevant to their trip today. His mind was definitely not in place today. First he had to leave his 'highly' disappointed, fuming girlfriend back home in the mid of their Sunday, then the confusing trip where he didn't get to know a single thing until they stepped into the residence of Isabella Swan. That same Isabella he introduced himself to with a fake identity, left behind in his past, and cherished her memory as the most beautiful one of his short life. As if that was not enough, he had to make stupid comments about the lady who died a long time back, and gain some disappointments from Isabella too. Finally this story came out of blue.

Maybe he shouldn't have accepted the offer. He thought being a freelancer in the online magazine, it was certainly not obligatory for him to join Rosalie in her trip, but being a blind follower of her, Edward lacked the strength to refuse her proposal. The reward was tempting too, as Rose always preferred to add the names of her associates who worked with her in the stories once she publishes them.
If the story she was working on gets published, whatever it was, it was going to give him a good platform. Most importantly, he assumed this new story to be a really good one, from the tone she asked him to lend her a helping hand.

Rose glimpsed to her confused employee from the corner of her eyes and asked with a chuckle, "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm sorry if I sound like an idiot again, but I can't follow where you are going. What has Sam Winchester's pendant to do with Isabella Swan?" Edward questioned back, his voice low and not so confident. He spotted a smirk on her lips.

"Well, it has nothing to do with Isabella herself, but she is an important link to us right now. Cause I recently found some information from a reliable source, which proved a connection between that pendant and our handsome senator who was crazy for her grandmother." She rolled her eyes putting some extra pressure in the last word she spoke, and turned to Edward. "There is a strong possibility that he gifted that pendant to his girlfriend. Apparently, Lady Grace got famous for all the wrong reasons."

"And we are going to find the right reason?" Edward straightened in his seat with his eyes gleaming with the joy of finally getting to the point. Rosalie too looked amused and switched on the radio. Their car sped up to a faster pace as Edward looked out his window and sighed for the hundredth time that morning.

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