If Only for One Night

by krazi4TwiSaga

What if by signing away your soul to the devil, you were given a shot at happiness? Would you take it? A lonely and lost young girl far from home with nothing to lose and everything to gain, and a cynical and bitter older man who thought money could, should and would buy him everything. ExB Rated M for later language and lemons. Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Friendship

21. Chapter 21

Chapter 21

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Despite what everyone thought, it was never about the money. My father was a world renowned cardiologist, and, in spite of my grandfather's hatred and disdain for him, he still made a damn good life for us. That and, being an only child, great grandfather Masen, his maternal grandfather, left him everything. Luckily, his father had no control over his trust, and therefore couldn't touch it.

For me, it was more about pride and stubbornness more than anything. I took pride in all my work at Cullen Masen, and since I'd been at the helm, we'd had several new drugs given FDA approval. And stubbornness, because I refused to let some cocky asshole, that wasn't even a Cullen, to come in and run my family's company. Cullen Masen was my birthright, and I'll be damned if I was going to give that up.

Desperate, I made a last attempt to garner my freedom before Edward Jr. died. I tried to reason with my grandfather, but he refused to be swayed. I even attempted to shed some light on Carmen's suspected infidelity, but he wouldn't hear of it. Even on his deathbed the bastard was a stubborn sonofabitch.

Laughing and coughing, he removed his oxygen mask and rasped, "Edward, my boy, cough... why don't you wheeze... f-find a little piece cough... cough... wheeze of s-something on the side pause as well? Nothing like a cough... cough... cough... a quick romp on your desk with your assistant to take the edge off, son." Unfazed by the fluid buildup in his lungs, my grandfather continued to make a mockery out of me until the coughing and wheezing caused the alarms on his monitors to go off; Edward Anthony Cullen Jr. was a sadistic fuck, and I felt nothing as I stood there and watched him take his last and final breath.

"Good fucking riddance," I whispered before a sea of medical staff flooded my grandfather's room.

"Mr. Cullen, Mr. Cullen," a nurse called out to me as I waited for the elevator to arrive, but, without so much as a backwards glance, I stepped inside feeling like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders.

Now, if I could just find a loophole in that goddamn pre-nup, everything would be just about fucking perfect.