Edward's POV:

Six years later:

It's been six years since my world fell apart.

Six years since I was knocked on my ass and my heart was torn out of my chest.

Six years since the life my princess and I had planned together fell to pieces before my eyes, burning before my eyes so I had nothing left besides ashes.

And it was all thanks to my own stupidity.

I shouldn't have fucking been doing business at our house. My dumbass played with fire and got burned.

In movies and books someone like me would have been finally moving on, the pain lessening. But nothing takes this pain from me.

I lost all that was important to me.

Everything that once mattered, no longer did.

I spent the first six months after Bella's death sniffing coke, and drinking to the gills, hoping that this was all a nightmare that I would wake up from, but it wasn't. All it did was help me

Bella wasn't coming back home. And we would never get our happily ever after.

After my dad and Emmett found me barely conscious, he took me to a detox clinic, where I spent the better part of the year detoxing and working through my grief. I may be in a better place because of that place, but that doesn't take my pain away.

I did it mainly because I soon realized that my Bella wouldn't want me to be living like this. She would want me to be happy. Soon after my father stepped down and handed the reins over to me.

Once I had the reins, I went in guns ablazing to the Romanians, took no prisoners and made it out alive but just barely. I hoped that finally making them pay for what they did to Bella and her family would make me feel better. But it only helped to make me miss Bella even more.

I've been clean of everything ever since, and running our sec without mercy or hesitation. Nothing gets past me or my men. If it does, the person responsible pays with their life.

My thoughts come to a sudden stop as Jasper and Emmett burst into my office, eyes wide, as they slam the magazine on my desk.

"What the fuck is this?" I asked, frowning down at it.

"Look at the cover." Jasper gasped.

I raised a brow, but looked down, frowning in confusion.

A woman with bright green eyes and auburn stared back at me. As a little girl smiled up at her and hugged her.

I looked back at Jasper, "What the hell is this?" I asked him.

"Read the description." He told me.

"Nevaeh Thompson and her five year old daughter Olivia begin their first ever world tour since her singing career began." I read out loud.

"How is this relevant to me?" I asked, confused.

"Read the day the daughter was born." Emmett said in exasperation.

I frowned, "June eighteen." I whispered to myself.

"When did Bella pass?" Jasper asked carefully.

"The twenty first of September." I whispered to myself, swallowing painfully.

"It's been six years since she died. Is there any way that she survived and someone hid her?" Jasper asked anxiously.

I sighed, looking down at the picture, this woman had a few different features than Bella, but the eyes , those were uncanny.

Even the small beauty mark she had by the left of her upper lips was on this woman.

Though it seemed unlikely it could be true. I had to find out.

"Get Jinks to do a background check on her.." I told him.

"Already told him." Emmett said.

I narrowed my eyes at him, "You went behind my back and did this?" I asked.

"No, I just thought ahead. If it's possible that baby Bells is alive, we need to bring her back home. She belongs here. Mom thought so too." He murmured.

I rolled my eyes at him, before looking at Jasper, "How probable is this?" I asked him.

Jasper frowned, scanning the picture, "About fifty, sixty percent. We need to do the background check to see." He told me.

"Do it. Get it done as soon as possible. I want that file on my desk before tomorrow morning." I told him as I stood up and made my way towards the door.

"Boss?" Emmett called.

I turned to look at him from over my shoulder. "What?"

He stood up, moving towards me, and clasping his hand onto my shoulder before squeezing it.

No words were said, but I knew what he meant by the gesture. Bring her home.

I nodded, before heading out to do my own search.

Something about the way her eyes shined in that picture, it was the same way they'd shine when we would talk about our future.

She told me she always wanted kids, maybe one or two. But she knew she did.

I missed her every day, the ache got worse as time went on, I sometimes wondered if I truly died that night my dad and Emmett found me.

This pain seemed to be too much to live with.

I shook those dark thoughts out of my head as I walked out of the building and into the rain, before I got into my car and drove off.

I didn't realize where I was heading until I arrived.

Before I knew it I was standing in front of the grave, flowers in hand.

I always came here when I wanted to clear my head and get things off my chest. For the first time I didn't know what to say.

So, I placed the flowers on top, and kissed my finger tips before pressing them to the name on the gravestone.

I left after that, and made my way home.

I had moved out as soon as we arrived Stateside. I needed to be alone, and without the constant suffocating presence of my parents, along with the poor attempts of Tanya trying to get my attention.

As for Tanya, I was lucky that some other poor sap caught her attention after I kicked her ass to the curb for the umpteenth time.

I got security guards standing at all times by the gate and door as soon as I moved. No one gets in without my consent first. This includes business associates, direct family, and friends, though very limited.

As I arrived Grayson opened the door, signalled me to go, before shutting it again.

I quickly went to my room and sat down on the edge of the mattress, putting my face in my hands. My mind reeling as I thought of what just happened and what it implicated.

How did all this situation get so out of control?

Can I fix this or was I too late?

I received my answer a few hours later when Jasper walked into my office again with the background check of Nevah Thompson.

I felt the blood drain from my face when I read through the file.

Jasper looked over my shoulder and gasped as well.

I was lost for words. How was this possible?

"We need to get to Italy. Immediately." I told him.

He nodded as he pulled his phone out and brought up to his ear as he rushed out the door.

Bella was alive and I was going to find her and bring her home.