AN: Disclaimer and Warnings on Prologue

Thank you everyone for all the wonderful reviews. This chapter has no violence or sex, but lost of anguish. Feel free to ask me any questions.

Thank you to my wonderful Beta Beate, she rocks my world, and my spelling and grammar. LOL

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TPOV

I was born in Alaska, the daughter of a poor fisherman and a blind, abusive mother. My life was headed nowhere and I hated that I even existed. I had pretty much accepted my doomed fate when I met James Hunter.

I fell in love with James almost instantly. He was so attentive, so caring. He had grown up in California, and was doing an exchange student semester at the University of Alaska. I was studying to become a nurse and for those six months we were inseparable.

I told James how much I hated living in Alaska and how much I hated my parents. He drilled into my head over and over that a woman as gorgeous as me was meant for great things. I believed him when he said that I was born to live the life of a queen and that I should never settle for anything else.

I confronted James the first time I realized that he had been cheating on me and he beat me up so bad, he had to stay at my dorm and take care of me for an entire week. I should have ran away from him at that moment, but I knew he was my ticket out of my miserable life, so I forgave him.

I also forgave him when he started to exchange my body for essays and other assignments from other students in his classes. He even had be sleep with a disgusting old professor in order to obtain an A in one of his classes. He claimed that he was just simply preparing me for the future, so that I could be an awesome fuck, since that was the only thing that would get me what I wanted other than my looks.

By the time James was ready to leave Alaska I knew that I had no choice but to follow him. I had earned such a reputation, that not even my parents wanted me back in their home. James took advantage of the situation and told me that I owed him, that he was going to make sure I had the best life ever, and that for that I was going to have to be his forever.

We took separate flights to Santa Barbara, in order to keep appearances, and I was driven to a beautiful Victorian Style one bedroom apartment off Bath Street, which was located near the downtown area. James told me that he would put in a good word for me at the Hospital where he was going to start his Residency so that I could be a nurse there.

He said that he would treat me with indifference and dislike at work so that no one could suspect about us. He also mentioned that we would not be seen together in Santa Barbara, not even at my own apartment, so when he had a need for me, he would give me a location and a time for me to meet him there.

The last warning he gave me was that his best friend, Edward Cullen, was off limits. He ordered me to be insignificant and pretty much invisible to him or our entire charade would end.

Our first subject, as he liked to call all the potential candidates for me, was Dr. Federico Ayende. Dr. Ayende was originally from Spain and had old European money. He was a man in his forties who tool great care of his body and still looked somewhat hot. I didn't mind too much trying to make him fall for me.

Everything was going great with the Dr. He treated me like a queen, always lavishing me with gifts and attention. All I had to do in return was to give him mind blowing sex, and he was putty in my capable hands.

However things went all wrong when James discovered that he had a gambling problem and that he had been wasting his money on the local Casino for years, making him almost completely dependent on his salary. James didn't think twice before asking me to break it off.

It was supposed to be a simple is not you it's me sort of breakup but things got out of hand. Dr. Ayende was too obsessed with me to let me go and decided to put up a fight. I started to be more ambitious about the things I wanted him to give me in exchange of him being able to keep dating me, and soon he realized that he was not going to be able to afford me.

I asked him for a Mercedes Convertible and that was the straw that broke the camel's back. The idiot decided to ask Dr. Carlisle Cullen for money, and the good Dr. Cullen, realizing that something was wrong with Dr. Ayende, dug deeper, until Federico confessed everything that had been going on.

Dr. Cullen urged Dr. Ayende to break it off and tried to help him while I kept pushing for more and more, until he couldn't take it anymore, and killed himself.

The whole mess left me exposed and we had to wait a good two years before we were able to move on to another subject. I cried in excitement when he told me the next subject would be my forbidden fruit, Dr. Edward Cullen himself.

James explained that he hated Edward's father for intervening in the situation with Dr. Ayende and that it was time to make his life hell by making his only son's life hell. The plan was simple, all I had to do was make sure that Edward fell head over hills in love with me, marry him, and then suck him dry.

That's how I found myself stalking the Cullen family in San Francisco with my sisters Kate and Irina. They had no idea what I was up to, but had jumped at the chance to get out of Alaska and visit San Francisco for the first time. Neither one of them noticed that we were following a family the entire time we were there.

I was growing more and more frustrated with each passing day that I didn't get a chance to approach Edward. It seemed like the family trip was just that, a family trip, and he had spent every single second surrounded by his family members. I had to be very careful as I couldn't risk being seen my Dr. Cullen, Sr. or my plan would go to hell.

Just as I was about to resign myself to just go home, I found myself face to face with Edward at a Starbucks near the hotel they had been staying at, and well the rest is history.

I played the mysterious girl card as I attracted the poor fool into my web. Once we got back to Santa Barbara, I did my best to hide from him for a while so that he could spend some time thinking about me, before finally revealing myself to him.

Things took off from there. It was risky going to his parent's home and meeting face to face with Dr. Cullen, but James had said that they were too noble to out me in front of Edward, and other than the palpable dislike, things went without any problems.

Before I knew it I was getting married to Edward and way ahead on my plan to leave him dry and fucked. As soon as we got back from our honeymoon I turned into my natural bitch self. Slowly I started to demand more and more from him, making sure he gave me everything my heart desired. He was so in love with me, it was sickening to watch, and sometimes I even felt a little sorry for him.

James decided that he wanted to make Edward pay for all of the times he had fared better than him in sports, school, and with women, and the way to do that was to come to our house every day and fuck me silly.

I was supposed to wait a year before demanding a divorce and taking all of his money, but the poor bastard found me and James on a compromising situation, and broke things off. At first I was a little put off by having to end my little fantasy so soon, as I knew life was going to be miserable once again at the mercy of James, but then I got really excited as James told me he would share to money with me so that I could leave Santa Barbara, and start my dream life anywhere I liked. I should have never fucking trusted him.

His plan to destroy Edward was callous. He went as far as to destroy his medical career, and after helping me invent a battered wife story, we sucked him dry. He was no one. I laughed the day I heard he had moved in back with his parents, his poor tail between his legs. I felt a huge satisfaction knowing that Dr. Cullen, Sr. knew that this could happen someday and was powerless to do anything about it.

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EPOV

"James?" I asked in shocked as I realized that the man pounding into my wife was non other than my best friend.

"Well hello there, Eddie boy. How do you like the view from there? Would you like to join in? Tanya here likes it in the ass, and she would love nothing more than the both of us to fill her up good, he sneered as Tanya gave me a panicked look.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing? Tanya?" I asked in disgust and shock.

"Shut up Pooky Bear, you either come join on the fun or get the hell out of my house," she yelled, shocking me even more.

"You heard her Cullen, you better get the fuck out," James yelled.

"Or what? " I asked in anger as I crossed my arms over my chest, the flowers long forgotten.

"Or I'll call the cops and tell them how you have been abusing poor Tanya," James said and before I could respond, he pulled her from under him and punched her squared in the eye, before slapping her face several times.

I stood frozen in place as James continued to hit Tanya while she laughed over and over. The scene unfolding in front of me made me so sick that I started to throw up all over the floor while James stood from the bed and kicked me in my stomach, making me sicker.

"You disgust me, get the hell out," was the last thing I heard from Tanya as I made my way out of our home.

I spent that first night parked at the lit of the clinic in front of the Hospital while I tried to process what had happened. I couldn't shake from my mind the images of James fucking Tanya in the bed we shared and I couldn't help but wonder how many times they had done that same thing under my nose.

After spending a few weeks at a grimy hotel in downtown Santa Barbara, I decided to call my parents and ask if they would take me in. It was one of the biggest humiliations I had experienced in my life at that point, second only to finding Tanya and James that day.

I tried to throw myself into work so that I could keep my mind off Tanya and off the anger that was brewing underneath the surface, an anger so deep and so intense that it scared me shitless. However, soon I found myself without a job or a career as I was accused of selling narcotics from the hospital and sexually abusing one of my patients.

Things got worse and worse as I lost all of my money to Tanya, her claims of abuse gaining momentum on the court as the charges from the hospital were brought up. I was still living as a free man, but I knew that I would be going to jail soon, that I was going to pay for many, many things that I never did.

My life as I knew it had ended and now all I felt was shame. Shame for disappointing my parents, shame for ignoring my sister and her never faltering intuition, shame for losing all that I had worked for because of a fucking whore.

The worst part was finding out that my parents had known from the very beginning the type of person that Tanya was and had done nothing to prevent me falling for her trap because they were too afraid of losing me. Everyone in my family knew the type of witch she was, and sat back and watched as she destroyed my life.

My father was positive that they would be able to help me clear my name, and perhaps even get my medical license back, but I held no such hopes. James and Tanya had planned it all perfectly and had made sure there was no way I could escape this fucking hell.

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I woke up in a cold sweat realizing that I had just had the most horrific and realistic nightmare. I had gone to my old home and I had caught Tanya and James once again in the act before deciding to kill them and then ending my own life.

I took a deep breath as I realized I had a pounding headache, most likely from my hangover. I tried to get up from the bed, but realized that my body was stiff and sticky. I laid there for a few minutes while I tried to stretch my muscles, wondering why I was so sore.

I tried to remember what I had done the night before, but couldn't get pass poring a glass of scotch and sitting by my piano, once of the few things I was able to recover from my former home. I shook my head, trying to get all thoughts of Tanya out of my mind and stood up on shaky legs, making my way to the bathroom slowly, as my head spinned from left to right and from right to left.

I finally made it to the bathroom and turned on the light switch before I gasped. I was covered in blood. I checked myself all over the mirror to see if I had any cuts and soon I realized that it wasn't my blood.

Oh my God!

Oh my God!

Ohmygod, ohmygod!

What have I done?

I moved back into the bedroom and saw my bloody clothes lying all over the floor. I gulped loud and hard as I saw a pistol laying on my night table, my fingerprints surely all over the weapon.

I started pacing around the room, wondering what I would do now when I head pounding on the door.

"Mr. Cullen, you are surrounded, please step out of the room with your hands on top of your head slowly," a loud voice demanded before the door to my room was kicked down.

I felt a cold sweat run down my back as I did as instructed and stepped forward, tears starting to flow down my face as I heard my mother gasp and then sob in shock, surely due to my appearance. I'm pretty sure that having her blood covered looser son arrested in front of you was not one of those things that Esme had dreamt about when she was little.

"I'm sorry mom," I mouthed before two arms grabbed me roughly by the arms, pulling them back before I felt the cold metal of the handcuffs slam against my skin. My life was surely over.

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Eighteen months later, I was sitting in a packed court room waiting for my sentencing. My trial had been short and pathetic and the jury had taken only thirty minutes to declare me guilty for Murder in the First Degree of Tanya Cullen and guilty of Murder in the First Degree of James Hunter.

I sat there, in my glowing orange jumpsuit, with what I was sure looked like a dead, frozen look in my face. I had accepted my guilt and was now waiting for the gravel to come down once more as I found out my fate.

I was never really able to remember what happened the night I had become a monster, other than what I remembered form that vivid dream. It simply wasn't a nightmare, I was truly a monster, and the only thing I regretted was not putting that gun on my head and pulling the trigger. I was a fucking coward.

I tried to tune out my sister's sobs and my mother's attempts to reassure me from the bench right behind me as I waited for the jury to enter the court room, one my one. I chanced a look at my family as the "All rise" was called and the judge, the Honorable Marcus Floretti entered the room and sat down.

I gave my mom a small reassuring smile before turning back from them. I would make sure that this was the last time they saw me, that they moved on with their lives as if I never existed.

I sat in my frozen stupor as one by one, all of Tanya and James' family members spoke about how I was a monster for cutting short the lives of their loved ones, how much they missed them, and how much the world would miss such giving and loving individuals. I almost snorted at all the ridiculous descriptions but kept quiet as I had proven to be worse than them by murdering them both.

"Will the prisoner please stand," the bailiff called before the judge read out his sentence.

Death Penalty… that's all I heard before the piercing sobs and scream from my mother and sister filled the courtroom.

I was going to die for my sins, and in a weird way, it gave me peace.