God, I never thought it was a problem to hate the color white. Wearing white dress after white dress, I still couldn't find anything for my freaking wedding. I had been going crazy trying to plan this stupid thing. The worse part is, I think I'm having a little fun with it. I keep pretending that I'm planning mine and Emmett's wedding, but I know it's not.

The man I love is making me marry another man. I know that this is the only way to get out of this mess, but I keep hoping that something knew would pop up. I would hate having my unborn son introduced to this.

"Miss?"

I spun around to see the woman that helped me put the poofy wedding dress on.

"Sorry, what?" I asked, prying myself out of my thoughts.

"I asked if you liked it. If not, I can try to find something else."

I stared at myself in the mirror, turning my body from side to side. I looked like a snowball. It was most likely due to the fact that I'm pregnant but not only do I feel like a massive snowball, I felt like one. I feel like I weigh a ton. My little bug is definitely not little. I'm only five months along, but it feels like a year!

"Do you have anything less poofy?" I queried, patting down the extremely voluminous dress.

"Well, I thought you'd want to hide your baby bump." The lady said.

I instinctively put my hand on my stomach. "Everyone knows I'm having a child, so why would I hide my belly?" Immediately, she looked terrified.

"I'm sorry, Miss. I thought otherwise, please don't tell on me..." She choked, her hands covering her face as she peeked at me in fear.

I sat down on the chair that she stood by. "Hey, calm down, I'm not mad or anything. Don't cry, I'm the one having the baby! I should be crying!" I teased, but it only made her sob even more.

People started to stare at us and I felt my cheeks heat up. "Please, tell me what's wrong. Why are you upset? Did I offend you? I'm sorry if I did."

She took a deep breath, her hands slowly dropping down to her sides as she took a seat next to me, staring at me in awe. "You're sorry?"

Now, I'm more confused than I have ever been in my life. "I guess, I mean, you're crying! Did I say something wrong? The dress is beautiful, but I'm just not a poofy kind of girl."

The lady forced out a laugh. "You don't act like your fiancé."

"You mean Em-Stefan?" I stuttered, hoping she doesn't notice. I helped her up while two other women rushed over to see what happened.

"Amy! Are you okay?" One of the two women, the older looking one, asked.

Amy looked at me and nodded to the other two.

"Did she upset you, Miss?" The older one inquired.

"Um, no, it's the other way around." I explained, with a sheepish smile.

Amy waved her arms wildly. "No! You didn't, she didn't. I just thought you'd be like your fiancé and I got scared when you were displeased with the dress."

All three women looked at me.

"You mean Stefan? He's the reason why you're so scared? Why would you be scared?" I asked, baffled.

The older woman approached me, staring at me incredulously. "Miss, don't you know who he is? What he does?"

Well...duh! I mean, I'm in love with another mob boss and they're not scary. So, why are they so scared of Stefan? I mean, most people aren't afraid of Emmett's family.

"I'm acquainted to the idea. Doesn't Emmett Cullen's family do the same thing?" I asked, playing dumb, hoping to get some more information out of them.

"The Cullens might be in the same line of work, but they help people who benefit from it. Stefan does this to see people in pain and the fear in their eyes. He enjoys it." The younger woman said, fear creeping into her expression.

"Beth!" The older woman hissed, grabbing Beth's arm and pushing her back. The older woman stepped closer to me.

"She should know what she's got herself into." The older woman muttered.

I fought back a laugh, I know all too well what I got myself into. It's funny how I never really cared about what other people thought about me until now. Looking at the fear in their expressions, I've never felt more terrified. Not for me, but for them.

I couldn't ignore their angry, sad, fearful expressions out of my mind. Without saying another word, I ran back into the dressing room and sat down on the chair. I should have done a little more research about Emmett's family before I agreed to go out with him. But Emmett's in the same line of work, yet everyone seemed to love his family.

Like what Beth said. The Cullens helped people, but they also do bad things. Maybe the good overrules the bad. I mean, I only know a little bit of what Stefan does. What he did to me was bad, but is he worse than that? Why would Emmett make me go back to Stefan if he knew that Stefan is a cruel, horrid being?

Maybe I should run away with my little bug and leave this whole mess behind us. But I know Emmett wouldn't let me walk away with his son without a fight. God, I know I keep fucking saying this, but what have I gotten myself into?

I was interrupted with a knock on the door. It opened up and I saw Amy peer through with the same fear in her eyes. I don't think I could live the rest of my life like this if people keep staring at me like that.

"I'm sorry about what happened, Miss." She apologized.

I winced. "Could you please stop looking at me like that?"

Amy looked at me in confusion. Hell, that was better than fear. "What do you mean?"

"You keep staring at me like I'm going to kill your puppy. I know the man I'm going to marry likes to terrify people but I'm not like that. So, please forget who I'm going to marry and just act like I'm a woman who wants to shop for a dress." I tried to smile, hoping that she'll stop looking at me like that. She stared at me for a moment before nodding.

The rest of the time flew by and I even found a dress. It was an old styled, white dress. It was nothing special but I felt good in it. As I sat in the care, we drove by Sam's place and it made me wonder how Molly and the others were doing.

I spent most of my time at Sam's. Sam always had something to eat. God, I never knew I was going to miss that part of my life but now that it's gone, it's the one thing I want back.

Then it hit me...my book! I haven't worked on that in over a month! I can't even remember what it's about, but I might have a new idea for it.

When we arrived back 'home', I went to my room and found a pen and paper. The moment I sat down, I felt like I was back, living my old life. It felt good to start writing again.

By the time I was interrupted, five hours had gone by. Looking at all my work, I had written so much.

The door flew open and Stefan walked in with a plate of food. He sat it down on the dresser.

"I heard you haven't eaten yet." He said.

"Yes, time got away with me." I replied.

He looked down at my writing. "What is that?"

"I had an idea for a story." I said, shifting uncomfortably in my seat.

"Ah, that's right. You were a writer before you met Emmett." He mumbled, looking around. He noticed the dress hanging in the transparent bag. "I see you have found a dress."

"Yeah, it took forever." I muttered, and remembered the three women who feared me in the store. "Stefan...can I ask you something?"

He nodded, looking at me with an intrigued expression.

"Why do people fear you so much?" I asked.

His eyebrow quirked up. "Why do you ask? Did something happen today?"

"Kind of. A girl was frightened of me because I'm marrying you." I explained.

A sickly smile crossed his features. "Fear is a good thing, Bella. With fear comes power and with power, people will know not to mess with you."

"But wouldn't you want to be loved for being kind rather than being evil?" I queried, hoping he won't get offended.

"In my land, if you aren't feared, you are fearing. I like to have power and the only way to have power, is to be evil. Now, get used to it because this is what your life will be like in a few days." He muttered, and with that, he kissed my forehead and left.

I don't know what's worse, knowing that he thinks it's okay to be evil, or knowing that I'll be feared by many in less than a week.

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