Rosalie & I arrived at the palace of the royal family of Monaco the next morning after settling at our hotel suite. The palace was a pretty grand place like what I had expected. The palace walls on the outside was a bright white and it was a pleasant sight to look at.

We were escorted to the main hall of the palace, where we were greeted by the Princess of Monaco. She had blond hair that fell down her back and blue eyes. Her golden complexion enhanced her beauty even more as she approached us with a friendly smile. She wore a blue wrap dress with long sleeves and a skirt that ended above her knees, elongating her legs. Her heels made her stand higher than us and she looked to be in her late thirties.

"Welcome to the main palace of our family," she said. "It's very nice to meet you both. I'm Heidi."

"I'm Bella Swan and this is Rosalie Hale, my partner. Thank you for having us here, Your Highness." I introduced. "We were told that an artpiece in here has been stolen?"

"Ah yes," she nodded. "Let me show you to it myself."

She walked us through various halls and we eventually stopped at one where there was an obviously missing fixture on the wall. She stared at the empty wall, saddened as she sighed.

"The painting— it has been the object of my affection other than my husband. I bought it in an auction in Italy during my honeymoon years ago." She said as she handed us a piece of paper. It had the picture of the painting she was worried about in the middle. "I'm afraid that even our country's intelligence agencies cannot find it either, so I decided to call an international intelligence agency to do this."

"When was the last time you saw it?" Rosalie asked.

"A few days ago at night. It was probably Tuesday. I just came back from an event when I didn't see it on the wall. I'd always see it everyday since I pass by it to get to my chamber." She replied without hesitation and pressed her lips into a thin line. "If you need anything else, I'll be ready to give it to you."

"We'll need to check the security footage on that day and see the visitor records," I said. She nodded and dialed a number, requesting for what I asked to be given to her immediately. A few minutes later, a man came into the hall with a briefcase. He bowed towards the princess before giving us the case and then he left.

"Since you'll need a place to go through things, I have the library ready for your use." She smiled and led us to it.

"So where does the painting go after it's been stolen?" Rosalie paced around the long dark cherrywood table as I was watching the footage for the fourth time.

"Probably the black market— it'd be too risky to sell it openly to other recognizable people in the world." I said. "He signed in as Arthur Richards here but in the records for the visitors in Monaco, there isn't anyone with that name."

Rosalie widened her eyes and came over to the laptop. "Face recognition. Fuck, I forgot about it."

I moved over to the side for her to work her magic with the laptop and I watched as she dragged the pointer to the time the man that came on the camera to steal the artwork. She zoomed in on the face and opened the face recognition programs she had in the laptop. It immediately scanned it and we got our results back after a minute.

"Cut down the results to those who have criminal records." I told her and she did what I told her to do. I smiled when we were getting somewhere with one person that had all kinds of crimes taken down into his record. "We've got you now."

"I really appreciate your help on this. Thank you so much," The princess shook my head vigorously as she smiled widely. "You don't know how much this painting costs. It's worth millions."

"You're welcome, Your Highness. It was a pleasure working with you." I replied.

"How much do I need to pay you both? You both really deserve this." She took out a cheque book and a fountain pen from her bag, she started writing on it and tore out two cheques, handing it to us.

I bit my lip when I saw the amount of money she had given. Twenty-four million euros just to recover a valuable painting and catch the crook. It turned out that the crook, whose real name was James Hunter. He apparently was stealing it so that he could give it to a forger so that he could sell it at the same price as the original.

"Oh, Your Highness, this is too generous—"

"You deserve it, Bella. Are you both planning to stay in Monaco for a few more days or are you both going back to your country?"

"I'm thinking of getting a property around here," Rosalie spoke up. "I really enjoy the feeling of being here in Monaco."

The princess's smile grew wider. "Well, there is a property that my family owns that we don't want anymore. We can give it to you as a part of my payment to you."

Rosalie's eyes went wide. "Oh, god no, that's too much. I can find a place on my own—"

"Oh hush, sweetheart. You can take it for free and do whatever you want with it. I really appreciate your presence and this is the only way to give back." She interrupted. "You both can run along and see what you want to do with the house. It was very nice meeting you both and you are welcomed here anytime."

"Thank you." I said again before leaving the palace. Rosalie & I were still in shock as we left the place, since this was a largest amount of money that we had earned from a single mission. Twenty-four million euros for each of us and a new place for Rosalie.

"Are you following me to the new house or going home?" Rosalie asked, glancing at the bulky bundle of keys that belonged to the new house looped into a key ring in front of her as she drove.

"I'm... going home today." I took a deep breath.

She pursed her lips and nodded in agreement. "Alright. I'll be back at home in a few days."

After packing my stuff at the suite we were staying at, Rosalie sent me to the airport and I got on my private plane back to New York. I really missed home. I missed Edward and I wondered what he was doing when I was away. Was he busy with another girl he's found or waiting for me? What happened after I left his parents' house? Was there a mutual agreement of me not seeing Edward again back there or a fight that broke out? My head started spinning as I thought about what had happened. I fell asleep on the plane as I continued my journey back home.

I got woken up by the flight attendant and my bags were carried off the plane for me. It was early morning, probably 0500 hours. There were a lot less people at the airport than when Rosalie & I departed from here to Monaco and I had my sunglasses on even when it was still dark outside. I carried my bags onto the trolley provided and pushed them out to the arrival belts so that I could go home and continue sleeping.

The air was chilling as I stopped in front of the exit. My cellphone beeped twice— one message from the local network and Edward.

Look behind you.

My head snapped up and I looked around for any signs for him. I couldn't understand how I had gone so long without seeing his face. His hair was in its usual disarray of bronze and his crooked smile couldn't be filled with more mirth than it already was, but his forest-green eyes were dull and highlighted with heavy eye bags, like he hadn't slept in days.

I felt the tears coming as I stared at his beautiful face. I ran to him and felt the familiar warmth surrounding me. I wrapped my arms around his body and breathed in his cologne. His fingers were untangling the messy strands of my long hair and as he kissed my forehead softly. I cried into his shirt silently and hushed me quietly.

"Let's get you home," his velvet-smooth voice whispered in my ear. I nodded and he kept one arm around me as I continued hugging him. He pushed my trolley of bags to his car and filled his car trunk with it before opening the car door for me. I slid into the seat effortlessly and he started up the engine, the comforting silence filling the air.

"Your father told me not to see you again," my voice broke as his fingers brushed across mine.

"I wouldn't listen to him on that if I were you."

"But I did."

"You didn't answer my calls."

I choked back a sob. "I had nothing else to say."

"Bella, don't torture yourself like this. If there's someone who disapproves of us, let it be. We can't change their minds with a snap of our fingers."

I took a deep breath. "Okay."

"I love you, so you have nothing else to worry about."

"I want to sleep."

He chuckled softly. "I'll carry you up when we're at your apartment."

I sighed contently, closing my eyes. "When we're upstairs, will you sleep with me?"

"Of course I will." He kissed my forehead again before pulling away to start driving. "Sleep tight."

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