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That's What Little Girls Are Made Of

Chapter One-Twenty-Nine

MPOV

"Hello, hello..."

"Is anybody there?"

"Why haven't you come to see me today?"

"You promised to answer my questions."

"Please, can anybody hear me?"

"I just want to find my husband and go home to my son and daughter."

"Please... they need me!"

"You said you would help me."

"I thought you were my friends," she cried, barely above a whisper. Falling to the tiny bed in the corner, she wept into her pillow.

As I listened and watched the small colored monitor, tears sprang to my eyes. I was no better than he was. She didn't deserve this, and my motives for continuing to keep her here were purely selfish.

From what I'd heard over the years, she was a very good and kind-hearted person. Of course, in the beginning, my jealousy kept me from seeing that, but no matter how bleak the outcome looked for her, she never showed me anything but kindness.

For almost a year, he had kept her locked away like some medieval monster who'd offended the king. I had no prior knowledge of his sick and twisted plan, and only happened to come upon this room one day by accident.

Ever the dutiful, obedient, and quiet daughter, he never suspected a thing. She and I had become close since my discovery of her nine months ago. So much so, that I'd like to think that we were friends now – maybe even closer.

Too bad we met under these circumstances; I couldn't imagine her ever wanting to have anything to do with me again once she was reunited with her real family.

Friends...

I'd never had any of those.

Unless you count the numerous leeches that only wanted to use me for my knowledge or as a way to get to him. If I counted those, then I had enough to spare.

I was always considered the black sheep of the family, blending in to the background, never good enough for him to take notice of me like he did my brother and sister. They were the apples of his eye while I was his mistake.

The 'oops' baby.

The one nobody really wanted, especially since he had two perfect clones already. And he never missed a chance to remind me of it. Over the years, I'd learned to just stay out of his way.

Nobody loved me.

Well, that wasn't entirely true.

My mother and brother use to love me.

Sometimes it felt like they loved me more than anything else in the world.

Until one day they didn't.

My mother didn't love me enough to keep herself alive, and my brother didn't love me enough to come back for me. Both of them promised to one day take me away from all of this, but, in the end, it was nothing more than a pack of lies... empty, unfulfilled promises.

Mother gave up on the notion of us leaving this place long before she died, and my brother just stop calling one day. I later learned through eavesdropping that he had a wife and son, a new family that didn't include me.

Betrayed!

By everyone!

That's how I felt, until she came into my life.

It's like my prayers had been answered and God had sent somebody to love me—for me.

Stumbling upon that tiny room was like destiny. He was away on yet another business trip, and I had been snooping around in the basement. Even as a child, I was able to outsmart him and his stupid goons.

There was nothing that went on in this house that I didn't know about. Boarding school had taught me more than just how to be a trophy wife and throw the best society functions. Yes, I'd learned quite a bit hanging out with the other misfits and outcasts.

For example, I could disarm a security system from my laptop in less than five minutes. I also knew how to crack encrypted codes and unleash deadly viruses on any computer system in existence.

I may not look like much, but I was fucking lethal. One stroke of a key, and I could financially wipe out a small third world country and they'd never know what hit them.

I hit you where it hurt.

He had no idea that I'd been siphoning money out of his companies and personal accounts for years, leaving others who deserved to suffer to take the blame for my wrongdoings.

I was a fucking billionaire!

That way, when I decided to carry out my master plan and spend the rest of my days on my small private island off the coast of Brazil, I wouldn't have to worry about a thing.

Standing up, I slipped off the gloves I was wearing and stored them in their hiding place. I knew what I had to do. And for the first time in my life, I wasn't thinking of myself. It had been a few weeks since I'd mailed those letters to Edward Cullen. I knew it was only a matter of time before he showed up all guns a blazing.

I just hoped that when she was back, safely, with her family that she wouldn't forget about me, because I would never forget about her.

Opening the thick, metal, soundproof door, I was immediately engulfed in her strong, motherly arms. Edward and Isabella were to very lucky people to have someone like her to love them. "You came," she all but sobbed into my neck. "I knew you'd keep your promise to me. Thank you, thank you for helping me. How can I ever repay your kindness?"

Momentarily choked by a golf-sized boulder that lodged itself in my throat, I just stared at the beautiful caramel haired woman standing before me.

I took my time committing every one of her timeless features to memory. Even locked away in a room for months with no sunshine she was still breathtaking – pale – but breathtaking nonetheless.

"Esme, just promise me that when this is all over, you'll never forget me and that will be repayment enough," I said as silent tears rained down my cheeks.

"Oh my sweet, sweet, Maggie," Esme cooed, cupping my cheek. "I could never forget someone as kind and beautiful as you." Shocked by her words, all I could do was relish in her touch.

If I didn't know it before, I knew it now; Esme Cullen was a remarkable woman. All this time, she knew who I was, but never had she been anything but kind to me. I didn't deserve her friendship, because in truth, I was no better than he was.

He would pay!

If it's the last thing I did on this earth, I would see to it, personally, that Eleazar Cullen paid for every single evil thing he's ever done.

Once my brother was safely away from that bitch Tanya Denali, I would make him pay; I would make them all pay. Eleazar, Tanya, and Supulcia would rue the day they ever underestimated me.

Nobody puts Maggie in a corner!

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