Disclaimer: The story doesn't belong to me; the characters are property of S. Meyer and the plot belongs to Ann Arston Ara. I just translate with her permission.

My son's teacher

By: Ann Arston Ara

Translation: ClaryFlynn98

Beta: Ritchee the fangirl

Chapter 25: The shadows of the past

Bella froze. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to think. But slowly she responded to the kiss. A kiss that, without even knowing it, she desired from the depths of her heart.

Edward's joy at realizing that Bella was not pushing him away, but was kissing him back, was immeasurable. He let himself be carried away by that kiss, which both seemed to yearn for deeply.

Bella felt her heart beating so fast, she could hear it in her ears. How, if she was arguing with Edward, was she suddenly kissing him? All she knew, at that moment, was that she wanted that kiss to never end.

Anthony smiled openly when his aunt opened the door of the Cullen mansion for him.

— I'm the gentleman — he said with his hands full of bags.

— I'm less loaded, honey — whispered Rosalie, happy that she and her nephew could finally spend time together. She had learned that Anthony was a very mature and intelligent child. With him, she could talk about things he could easily understand.

— So I have to dress up as a penguin for this party? — asked Anthony in annoyance, leaving the bags at the foot of the stairs. Rosalie smiled and twisted his hair, telling him:

— You'll look beautiful, honey, I'm sure. There will be children...

— Spoiled, showing off the expensive new toys they got for Christmas — she was interrupted by Anthony crossing his arms. Rosalie laughed openly and said annoyingly to her nephew:

— Then you are a spoiled child too, because we all fill you with expensive gifts.

Anthony frowned and replied:

— I don't ask for them.

Rosalie felt her nephew's sadness and wanted to kick Edward at that moment, so she tried to distract him.

— Well, if you prefer, we can do something different for Christmas, just let me know.

Anthony shrugged casually and Rosalie said goodbye to him with a kiss on the cheek.

— Tell your father we've arrived — Anthony nodded and walked to the studio. He opened the door and then he saw them.

It was... It was his father kissing Bella. His eyes opened like saucers. They hadn't heard him come in, they seemed so engrossed in the kiss that they didn't hear them.

He walked back, not wanting to interrupt them, but he hit the door making them both turn to see him.

"Ok, this is awkward" he thought.

He felt his cheeks warm and blushed.

— I... I... I don't... — Anthony cleared his throat and tried to talk again. — I'm sorry, I came in without knocking.

— Anthony… — started to say Bella but then stopped, what could she say? She had no idea how to explain the fact that Edward was kissing her and neither did Edward.

- Los Angeles | May 1996 -

Laughter distracted him from his work, that day he had to stay home because of the unjustified absence of his inept assistant, his wife had to go to a shopping centre with her friends and…. "Where do those laughs come from?" He grunted and slammed the door of his studio.

His daughter, his precious treasure, was laughing with a child who looked at her adoringly. They both stood up when they heard the door slam and Anddie blushed, saying in amazement, as she ran to embrace him excitedly:

— Dad! I didn't know you were home! — he lifted his daughter into his arms happily. She was an exact copy of him, only she was a woman, a very beautiful woman whom the imp in front of her looked at with adoration. He wanted to grunt but he didn't because it would scare his little princess, so he just smiled and responded:

— Evelin has fallen ill, and I've had to take a forced vacation.

Anddie kissed his father on the cheek and turned around.

— Dad, I want you to meet Edward Cullen. Edward, this is James Davis, my father.

The boy approached him cautiously and James had to take several steps back, as he was facing the only son of Elizabeth Masen and Carlisle Cullen.

- Present day -

— Sir? — asked Carl drawing his attention.

James put aside the papers he was reading. It was amazing how, after so long, he had in his hands the power, the same power Carlisle Cullen once had over his pharmaceutical company, the power to sink it or to lift it. He looked at his only trusted man and said:

— Let's go to that company. It's time for us to meet Eleonora Dinkley.

Eleonora walked like she would every day to her office. She had in her hands the copies of the contracts she had to review. She walked without looking anywhere, very focused on the papers she had to look at before her boss realized what she had in her hands. She entered her office quietly but noticed that someone was there.

A tall, stocky man with straight, jet-black hair, but some gray could be seen, and with an eye color of a strange green, which Eleonora found very familiar. He was dressed in an immaculate manner. A three-piece black suit, made to measure, a white shirt and a black tie. He also wore a very elegant cane. This man was sitting quietly in his chair. She tensed up automatically. She did not know who this man was, and it was always better to attack than to ask, so she was preparing to go to the man when he spoke.

— There is something I have, and you don't, child.

Eleonora stopped in her tracks. Who could that man be? She looked at him from his head to where the desk revealed him. She crossed her arms and gave him a look of "you're not important enough to clean the floor where I walk".

— What could I possibly want from an old man like you?

James smiled. He knew he had her attention and that's what he needed. He had thoroughly researched "Irina Klein" or "Eleonora Dinkley" as she now called herself. He knew what kind of woman he was dealing with, so he knew he had to be very careful about what he did or said.

She was dangerous and she didn't mind taking off, people who bothered her or she thought would be a nuisance, out of the way.

— I know how to destroy Edward Cullen; I know how to sink him into his own hell — Eleonora smiled and walked up to James. James knew he had to get up from the chair he was sitting in, so he did so, circled the table and sat in the chair in front of the one he was sitting in and that Eleonora was now sitting in. She turned the chair around and said:

— Continue.

— Before we even start, I have a condition — said James. Eleonora raised her eyebrows waiting for the old man to speak. — Don't touch my grandson.

Eleonora nodded. Now she knew the old man's weakness and that didn't make him her ally, it made him her subject.

— And who is your grandson? — Eleonora was starting to get exasperated. She didn't like being uninformed, but this old man had caught her off guard and above all, not knowing who he was. Although, because of his stupidity, she already had an advantage over him.

James had raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a mocking gesture and said:

— You're not very well informed and you've been working here for 12 years. Besides, you met my daughter. My grandson is Anthony Cullen and Anddie's son.

Eleonora was furious. Who did this little squirt think he was to make fun of her? Still, her face didn't show the anger she felt. She made a great effort to calm down, smiled and told the old man:

— Okay, I don't touch the brat... and? — she said, still with a smile on her face.

James took out a folder and left it on the desk, then he stood up and said, putting his hands on the table:

— One more thing, girl. You don't want to get too smart with me, because I can make your whole world fall apart — James was staring into Eleonora's eyes, implying that he was not someone to be trifled with. — In the folder are some promissory notes signed by Carlisle Cullen for a debt that was never paid. As you know, Edward bought his father's company several years ago, so now that debt is his.

And, with those last words, James took a meaningful look at Eleonora and headed for the door.

— If you have any questions, call me. I left a card with my number on it. See you, girl — Eleonora saw him leaving her office. She snorted with exasperation. That man thought he was so smart, coming here as if the world was his, but it wasn't him, it was Eleonora's.

She would get everything she had wanted for years. She knew she had to destroy Edward so that when he was in his misery, she would be the only one left to carry on, no one else. He would be hers.

For now, the most pressing need was to find out who this James really was. To find out all the information about him. His strengths and the rest of his weaknesses, since she already knew one of them. The brat.

Anthony ran out of his father's office. He never would have thought he'd find his father kissing Bella, his Bella. When he got to his room, he locked it so no one would interrupt him. He wanted to think.

But what could he think?

He didn't know what to make of this situation. His father wanted to take his Bella away from him.

HIS MOM.

Anthony started walking around his room, repeating the idea all the time, but as he calmed down, he started to see it from another point of view.

If his dad was with Bella, she would never leave, and she could be his real mom. He loved that idea. He could finally have his mom with him. Because if his dad and Bella were together, there would be no reason for her not to live in the house... And so he kept fantasizing when a few knocks interrupted his musings.

— Yes?

— Can I come in? — it was his father.

Edward was on the other side of the door, compulsively running his hand through his hair. What could he say to his son? While he was thinking about all that, his son gave him permission to enter.

He saw that Anthony was standing by his bed, so he went over to it to sit down. He looked at his son, who was looking back at him with a cautious, expectant expression. So he decided to talk.

— I think I owe you an explanation — he said to his son. He waited to hear what his father had to say, but his impatience was greater than his caution, so he quickly let go:

— Are you and Bella dating? — The question Anthony asked left Edward unsettled. " Were they dating?" After that kiss, what could he think? Bella had given it back to him, of that there was no doubt, but he would have to talk to her first. Edward got up and responded nervously, feeling his ears warm.

— No son, she and I are not dating — he replied with disappointment. He walked to the door of the room and opened it. Feeling short of breath, he turned to his son and said: — I like Bella. Very much. And I wish she and I had something. A relationship. If that doesn't bother you, of course.

Edward knew that whoever was with him had to accept Anthony, and vice versa. Meanwhile, Anthony was on the verge of jumping for joy. All he needed was for his mommy to agree to be with his dad. He put on an indifferent face, so that his father wouldn't find out how much he wanted them to be together, and told him:

— It's your life, and I like Bella very much. If you want to be together, that's fine with me.

After saying that, Anthony was thinking about how to talk to his mommy so she wouldn't hinder his daddy. They had to be together. They looked so good and he wanted Bella to be his real mother.

Edward left the room much calmer and went to the office to see if Bella hadn't left.

Bella had stayed at the door of Edward's office, waiting to see if any of them came out and could talk. The truth is, she didn't even know what to think. She had come to ask for explanations and ended up kissing Edward.

What a mess had formed!

And now what would she say to her little Mozart? She liked Edward very much, and it was about time she ventured into life, but she didn't want her relationship with Anthony to be ruined. She had to talk to him.

As she was about to leave the office, she saw Edward approach her.

— Did you talk to Anthony? — Bella was very impatient. More than impatient, she was worried.

— I did talk to him.

— What did he say? What did you say? How did he take it? Is he angry? He doesn't want...?

— Stop — Edward cut it off.

She had said so many questions in such a short time, that she surely hadn't breathed.

— Anthony's fine and he's not angry — he walked up to her, grabbed her face with both hands, leaving her face just a few inches away — and if you accept me, I'd like to start something with you.

Bella looked into those deep turquoise eyes. In answer to his question, she kissed him.

YAY! THEY'RE OFFICIALLY TOGETHER! And, as my dear friend (the author) said: The beginning of a romance is the beginning of memories that can one day be wonderful.

Drama is about to get real...

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