Hey guys!
Sorry i haven't updated this in ages, but this chapter has been SO problematic :(

I had serious writers block here. I found it nearly impossible to write this part with sounding exactly like 'unhappy ending'.
So, here it is. It's not great I'm afraid, but i just want to get on with story, because i have better chapters waiting to be published.

I'll come back to this later and redo it but for now, here it is. Enjoy!

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I guess I should go right back, back to the beginning. It may not be the most important part of my story, but it shaped my life and made me who I am, and I can't ignore that.

I grew up in Rochester, New York.
I lived with my parents and two younger brothers. My father was a banker, and we were wealthy – something he made no secret of.

Both my parents believed themselves to be middle class, and to them, social standing meant everything.

The time i grew up was so different to the world I have come to know.

Back then, in the time of the Great Depression, money was everything.
I would see people homeless on the streets, starving, begging, and just walk straight past them. I didn't truly grasp the extent of the Depression, didn't realise how wide scale it was. As long as I had my pretty dresses and big house, I was content.

My father told me over and over that it was their fault for the way they were, not to pity them, but to condemn them.

So i did. I sometimes felt sorry for some people, those who were so desperate and struggling to live but in all honestly, it never really affected me.

My perspective of the world was fashioned by my parents in such a way that i believed what they did. I knew no better to know anything more.

I had all i wanted, as long as i was satisfied, nothing much else mattered.

It is strange to look back at the person i was back then. I am so different to the girl i was then, but in many ways, i am exactly the same.

But there was more. I may have been shallow but i was not stupid, nor completely ignorant. I knew what i wanted from life, and how to get it.

I wanted a big house, with lots of children –beautiful, like me- running around, and an adoring husband. Of course i wanted money and luxuries as well, but more than anything i wanted a family.

I knew that the only way to achieve all this was to marry someone of status. I may have been from a wealthy, middle class family but this wasn't enough.

And that is where my parents came into it.

My mother and father, though i believe loved me, saw me primarily as an investment.
Yes, i was their daughter and they cared for me but i was their way to a higher social reputation, something they cared more for.

Did i know that this was the reason they spent so much time buying me pretty dresses and showing me off? Was i really that absorbed in myself that i didn't notice?

No, i don't think i was. I knew what they wanted from me, for their own personal gain, and it upset me in a way, but after all, didn't they want the exact same that i did? I was hardly one to comment on selfishness.

They saw my beauty as a gift; the way i now see it as a curse.

I was flaunted by my parents, taken to important parties and gatherings, my beauty shown off for all to see. They hoped that that would help me find a suitable man to marry- a man who was important enough.

This meant everyone knew Rosalie Hale. But not many liked her.

But my parents work paid off at least. More so than they could have ever imagined, for the one man who chose me was the man of the highest importance.

He was a member of the Rochester Royal family. A prince, one day to be the king.

His name? Royce King II.

The man who changed everything.

The man who destroyed my life.

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There you go! Hope you liked it. Please stick with this story!!!
As always, huge thanks to BrittanyPerson! :D awesome person
Oh, and PLEASE R&R!!!

Rose xx