Bella's POV

I read Edwards letter every day. More than once, I could probably recite it out loud by now, but reading it in his handwriting made it more comforting to me. I wish there was a way I could contact him back, but he hadn't left an address and there was no way I was going to find him at the moment.

"Ugh!" I moaned to myself as I lay on my bed. I glanced at the clock, only five more minutes until lunch. Normally I didn't eat lunch with my Father, but today he insisted. I sighed and got up, I was better off waiting in the dining area than here.

I opened my door, the letter in my pocket -I carried it around everywhere with me now- and walked down the many corridors as always, shadowed by my bodyguards and into the lunch room.

I thought it would be empty, but I entered to find my dad talking to a beautiful woman. I stared at her confused, as she turned to look at me still smiling.

"Ah, Isabella, sit down." My Father said. He was using my full name, so whoever this woman was, she must be important. I pulled out the chair next to him and sat down. I was facing the lady.

"Isabella." My Father started, I gave him a glare. He knew how much I hated Isabella.

"Okay Bella then. This is Renee." He gestured towards the woman sitting in front of me. On a closer inspection she had clear pale skin like me, her eyes were a bright blue and they sparkled, her lips were full and red and she had the same shade of brown hair as me. I took a gulp of my lemonade.

"She is your mother," he continued.

"WHAT?" I shouted, as I spat my lemonade out. Unfortunately, it hit Renee. Oh, I mean my mother.

"Oh my God, I am so, so sorry." I said as I sprang up and grabbed napkins dabbing away at her dress.

"No it's fine dear, sit down." I looked at her in disbelief; I had probably ruined her dress now. "Honestly I'm fine." Still unconvinced, I sat back down.

"A bit of a warning might have been nice." I said to my Father

He sighed. "I'm sorry Bella. It's just that ever since you came back, you have been acting so down." I thought of Edward with a pang in my heart. "And I thought it might do you some good to spend some time with your Mother." Mother- that word would take some getting used too. "I called her and she agreed to come immediately." He paused as if hoping for a dramatic effect. "And take you back to America with her."

My head shot up, surprised. My own Father was telling me that going to America would be good for me.

"It is only for a few years though, until you're ready to take the crown." Oh great, so I was still going to have to be Queen. Well you can't have everything I suppose. And anyway, if I went to America I could go to a normal high school, have normal friends, go shopping at malls without being mobbed or pushed out of people's way by security. The rest of my teenage years would be perfect.

But also, if I leave to go to America with my Mother- The same person I had been waiting all my life for- I would be leaving Edward even further away.

All this thinking was giving me a headache.

"Can I sleep on it?" I asked my Father. I must be crazy before I met Edward I would have jumped to this opportunity, but now, I'm not so sure.

"Yes, of course you can. Now why don't you have a walk with your Mother, so you two can get to know each other better?" I smiled and got up at the same time as Renee did.

We decided to go for a walk in the gardens.

"So, where have you been all my life then?" I thought I sounded a bit rude, but even if I did, Renee didn't comment on it. I couldn't call her Mother just yet, it didn't feel right.

"I don't want to start any arguments with your Father, but Charlie wouldn't let me see you. I didn't want to be on the throne, I wanted to go out and explore the big world. Your Father wouldn't let me take you with me, or I would have kept you in a heartbeat. There was a whole court case on it actually- private though, you were too young to remember for it. In the end your Father won as he argued that you were the heir to the throne and that you had to stay in Italy to learn your duty. I am so sorry. I had come to see you over the years, but I wasn't allowed through the gates."

I looked at her and tears were beginning to form in her eyes. I put my arm on her back soothing her.

"When your dad called me two days ago to explain the situation, I was so scared and shocked. Your kidnapping hadn't appeared on the news in America, so I didn't know what went on. Naturally, I got the first flight here to find that I had a beautiful teenage daughter." She smiled up at me and wiped away her tears.

"Now why don't you tell me about yourself?" I sighed, I hated talking about myself, and it was boring.

"Well there's nothing interesting about me. My life has just been boring just doing whatever I'm being told to do."

"Okay, who is he?" Renee asked.

My head shot up. How could she have known?

"W-w-what?" I stammered.

"Sweetie, you have all the signs of love depression." (A/N does that even exist? :P )

Was it safe to tell her? She was my Mother after all; she didn't seem like my Father, who would think I was a lunatic for falling in love with someone from the Mafia. But what if she also ranted at me and told me the dangers about it? I wished that Edward was just a normal boy that I could tell my own Mother about. But unfortunately, he wasn't.

Thinking about him made my heart ache. Well, I better get used to it, because I wasn't going to be seeing him any time soon now. So in the end I decided to tell her later on when I was sure that I could completely trust her not to tell my Father.

"Um, I'm still not completely over it. Can we talk about it another time? And also can you not tell my Father?" I said, and she seemed to understand my pain, as she smiled sympathetically at me.

"I'm sorry about not giving you a straight answer about America yet. Can you give me a few days to think it out?" Well to work out a way to get in contact with or see Edward.

"Of course, take as much time as you need."

"Thanks," I muttered.

I spent the rest of the day with Renee. We were so much alike. We both shared dislikes for pressure and tied down, we both loved freedom and shoes. She nearly even had the same laugh as me, though I'm sure hers was more beautiful as it seemed to tinkle like wind chimes.

I swear my Father seemed kind of intimidated by Renee, as though she could put him in line if she wanted too. It was quite funny to see the way they acted around each other.

It was the most fun I had in ages. I looked forward tomorrow where we would spend the day shopping. The mall was going to be closed off just for us. My Father seemed rather reluctant to let me, out but Renee persuaded him that I needed some new scenery, and he agreed, but added extra security for us. Well rather for me more than Renee.

I had been such a long day, that later on when I went to sleep with my clothes still on, and for the first time in weeks I dreamt nothing. It was a nice change from the nightmares.

Edwards POV

I was walking out of the dining area, when I saw all of my brothers go out of the building and heading towards a black van. I frowned. Where would they all be going at this time? So I decided to follow them.

I walked up to Jasper who was the nearest.

"Where are you all going?"

"We are all going out for a few hours."

"Can I come?"

"No." I sighed, they had all been like this towards me, secretive and distant. I walked away, I guess that it looked like I was just going to have to wait until when they got back to see what was going on.

But what I didn't realise that to my horror they were going out to get something that I didn't want to come back here at all.

Bella's POV

I was pulled away from my slumber, to the sound of murmuring voices in my room. I heard the door swing shut and someone telling somebody else to shut up. I frowned, maybe I was just dreaming, I mean who would be in my room at this time of night?

Maybe it was Renee or Charlie coming to check on me, or maybe it was Angela, coming to leave something for me, or maybe I had screamed in my sleep and just hadn't realised it, and my guards had come in to see I was okay.

I sighed and rolled over in my bed. I hadn't even bothered to open my eyes to see who it was. It wasn't like I was in any danger here, was it?

A pair of arms grabbed me and turned me over. Who was this? My bodyguards would never handle me like this?

My eyes flew open wide to find a man I hoped I would never see again, leering over me. Emmett

I screamed as loud as I could, hoping my bodyguards would rush in and save me, but my mouth was met with this sweet smelling rag.

I recognised it. It was the same stuff they had used to kidnap me last time. It made you unconscious.

Don't breathe Bella, I told myself. If you do you will fall asleep and they will get you.

But I needed to breathe. My lungs were going to burst open and I felt light-headed, not from the rag but also from the lack of oxygen.

"Your bodyguards aren't going to be able to save you Bella. They're on our side." Emmett sneered at me.

I was on the verge of unconsciousness when Emmett shouted behind me.

"She's not breathing it in, inject her."

Inject me with what? I loathed needles.

I must have been blessed with superman powers, because I yanked Emmett's arms off of me and ran towards to door. I opened it, hoping to yell out to draw someone's attention to me, but I was yanked back into my room by a different pair of arms as they wrapped around my waist.

"Let me go!" I yelled, kicking and lashing out with my arms and legs, until my eyes fell onto the person I was closest to in the world.

Angela.

"Angela, you traitor," I whispered. However, my words didn't seem to bother her as she just shrugged. Well she wasn't going to be any help.

"Shut up!" The person holding me growled and clamped his hand over my mouth still keeping one wrapped around my waist. I recognised the voice –Sam's. Jasper walked towards me brandishing a syringe.

I kicked out at him hoping to warn him not to come any closer. But I was met with the stabbing at the top of my arm with the needle.

Immediately, I felt lethargic, and felt my eyes began to drop.

My vision blurred and I saw Emmett smiling at me.

"I hate you." I said, my voice sounding drunk and slurred.

"Get in line." He replied with a bark like laugh.

And then I let the darkness overtake me.