Unbreakable

by Katrina-H-Creates

After refusing to transform Bella into a vampire, Aro punishes a newlywed Edward by adding two additional wives to his marriage. Will his wives be able to coexist peacefully? Is Bella capable of sharing Edward? Which of Edward's wives will surrender to him behind closed doors?

Unbreakable

Chapter One: The Letter Arrives

Bella Cullen

The letter had arrived from Italy over a week ago, and yet the wound and devastation it had intentionally inflicted upon my marriage were still very new. It was addressed to Edward and arrived. He knew right away where it had come from, of course; there was no denying the Volturi's emblazoned seal or the masterful craftsmanship of Aro's penmanship. Clearly, careful deliberation had gone into every word meticulously etched upon the embossed paper; it was as if Aro himself had taken a significant measure of his time when phrasing the letter in order to attain the precise level of brutality and heartbreak he wished to inflict upon both Edward and I for our alleged crimes against him. The letter was premeditated to cripple our marriage, and it had very nearly succeeded, for Aro's warning was very clear; there were no loopholes and nowhere to hide from his influence; we had indeed angered a very powerful man who would see us and our families dead if we did not obey his every command.

I didn't speak to Edward for almost two days following the arrival of the letter; he refused to take Aro's warning seriously, and it just made my blood boil with uncertainty and fear over what may lay ahead for us and those we loved. Charlie was on a fishing trip with Billy Black, so the house was empty. There were no excuses to make up for my returning home so quickly following my honeymoon, and I was able to get the solitude and time I needed to properly reflect on Aro's warning. I didn't need the letter with me to contemplate it; I could see it every time I closed my eyes; I couldn't sleep; I had no appetite; and I had no way of dealing with this pain without Edward's support. Alice had reached out to me first, stopping by Charlie's house one evening after another day of unanswered phone calls. She and Esme had gone grocery shopping together and prepared a delectable half roast chicken dinner with organic seasonable vegetables, creamed mashed potatoes infused with fresh spring onions, and coated in a delectable home-made chicken gravy for me.

We didn't talk about the letter, which I was grateful for; I didn't want to talk to anyone about it until Edward and I had properly hashed it out together. I found that after I had eaten, I finally had the strength to run myself a bath and change my clothes. Alice had also dropped off some fresh clothes for me that she clearly had professionally laundered and pressed; her attempts to bring me back home had not gone unnoticed. I missed Edward and the rest of the Cullens; we hadn't even been home twenty-four hours from our honeymoon before the letter had arrived and everything had taken such a dramatic turn. I could still see Edward and his first reaction to the letter; when he didn't read the contents of the letter out loud, I immediately knew the news was bad. I watched him toss the letter aside, narrowly missing the fireplace, before he took off in a blur, followed in fast pursuit by both Jasper and Emmett. leaving me to read the letter alone and fall to pieces in front of his family. Edward enraged me when he returned just under an hour later, completely unfastened as if nothing had happened, refusing to listen to Aro's warning despite the devastation on the faces of not only me, but his entire family.

I slid down the bath tub, not stopping until the surface of the steamy hot water and the glistening bubbles covered my entire body. I took a white washcloth hanging over the tub's edge and dipped it into the water before ringing it tightly between both hands, then covered my eyes; they stung, and the skin beneath them was both dry and raw from all my crying. I sighed halfheartedly and let the heat work its magic on me, working on the knots and joints that were in desperate need of heat. Despite my efforts, I couldn't stop my thoughts from returning to the letter over and over again, like a bad movie always on repeat.

Mr Cullen,

I had hoped to rejoice in the announcement of not only your marriage to the beautiful Isabella but also in the birth of a new transformed vampire bride, but unfortunately word has reached me of the most troublesome news. that your lovely mate is still human, and that it was never your intention to keep your word and turn Isabella into a vampire as we agreed. This is the most grievous, unspeakable act that will not go without severe and immediate punishment, not only for you but also for your new bride.

Primarily, I had thought to force you to kill your beloved in front of one of my people and have them bring back her heart to be mounded in a display case for me to gaze upon for the rest of my days. However, I am reminded of your young love and the crippling statistics of the first year of marriage, which I find to be rather intriguing. It is no longer my wish to have you murder your wife, but rather to watch your marriage implode as a result of your punishment for not following my direct orders.

You will learn what happens to those who think they can test my patience and live.

From the day you receive this letter, you will have a total of thirty days to secure yourself two additional wives. You shall remain married to Isabella; however, you shall take on the responsibility of being a husband to two other women. You will also agree to the following:

You will host two additional weddings, which Mrs. Isabella Cullen must attend.

Your new brides-to-be will plan both additional weddings, which will cost twice as much as your wedding to Isabella.

You will secure honeymoons for your new wives that take you out of the United States. You are not permitted to contact Mrs. Isabella Cullen during this time.

You will accept all of the responsibilities of a husband to each of your wives, including wedded intimacies and not limited to.

You will remain married to all three women for the rest of your life; should any of your wives die from anything less than old age, you shall be held responsible for their deaths.

You will provide a comfortable life for them and will not show favouritism to Mrs. Isabella Cullen.

If you fail to follow the rules of your punishment, you will be put to death. Following this, I shall have Isabella framed for murder and have her locked away for the rest of her days. I'll bribe not only guards but inmates to make each new day a new nightmare for her to endure and attempt to live through.

But above all, I'll keep her alive just so that I can keep you two apart and out of each other's reach.

My people have the jet fuelled and ready to go; if you do not meet the deadline, the last thing you will see is me as I remove your head from your shoulders.

Thirty days, Mr. Cullen.

Tick tock.

Deepest regards,

Aro

I removed the washcloth from my eyes and returned it back to its place before I sank beneath the water so that I might wet my hair completely. I hadn't conditioned it in over two weeks, and the frizz was getting a bit out of control even for my standards. I lathered my hair with shampoo before finally doubling up on the conditioner, adding more hot water to the tub before rinsing it out. I found I had the strength to shave, but in the end I only shaved beneath my arms, promising myself to do my legs next time. After getting out of the bath and rinsing it clean, I draped the largest towel I could find around myself and used a hand towel to dry off my hair. I collected the hair dryer from beneath the sink counter, which I believed to be my mom's from back in the day, and collected the only comb I could find before making my way downstairs to blow dry my hair.

I made myself comfortable on the couch, clicking on the television to some old black-and-white movie before switching on the hair dryer and beginning the necessary work, brushing out my hair as I dried it, making the extra effort to ensure I wouldn't be a total frizz bomb. After I finished, I returned upstairs to Charlie's room, digging through his closet for the first clean t-shirt I could find and putting it on to sleep in along with my fresh underwear. When I made my way back downstairs, I headed to the kitchen and poured myself some water before returning to the sitting room, stopping dead in the doorway and finding Edward staring back at me.

"Hi"

His tone was soft, but his shoulders were practically to his ears; he was tense, which immediately made my stomach flip in a wave of nerves. Had he come to deliver more bad news? I wasn't sure if I could take anymore.

"What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you. I missed you.

Instead of answering him, I walked into the sitting room, resting my glass on the side table before making my way to the couch and wrapping the blanket I had napped in that afternoon around my bare legs. Edward cleared his throat before taking a seat on the arm chair across from me, his eyes fixed on me as he appeared to gather himself.

"I'm sorry," he said, breaking the silence between us after I muted the TV.

"...I know"

"I understand how scared the letter made you."

"Edward, your reaction scared me more than that letter ever could."

"I was angry."

"Yeah, for how long?" "When you came back, you acted like it wasn't a big deal."

"There are always ways around Aro."

"We tried that before; we thought Alice's power could protect us, but look what happened: Aro found a way of going around them." She didn't even know that letter was coming; she was as shocked as the rest of us when she saw it.

"I'll do what it takes to protect you."

"So you'll agree to his terms?"

Edward met my eyes finally; they were black and full of contempt for me in that moment.

"Never," he answered swiftly.

I licked my lower lip before sitting myself further upright in the chair.

"Did you not read that letter?" Did you not read what he is threatening to do to us? To you, me, and our respective families. Edward, he'll kill you all without a moment's pause."

"It won't come to that, and I won't let it." "I'll hide you; he'll never be able to find us."

I ran both hands through my hair, a sudden throbbing and unshakable headache threatening to burst as I listened to him continue.

"We'll leave Forks; we have our own resources."

"I'm not going to go through this again."

"Bella, there is no other choice."

"There is a choice, and it's the last choice we have." "We do what he says, and we stay alive."

Edward got up to his feet, immediately turning his back to me. I hated not being able to look him in the eye even when I was this angry with him; he hated not knowing what I was thinking, and in that moment I wished I could hear him because I couldn't even pretend to understand him right now.

"You didn't keep your promise to me." I told him, "You gave me your word that after the wedding you would turn me, and I could finally rest knowing they weren't coming after us." You didn't keep your promise. "You did this to us."

"I'm the one to blame?" Edward turned to me.

"Who else?"

"He wants me to marry two other women, and I'm the one you're angry with."

"Who else can I blame?" "Who else should I scream at if not you?"

"HIM!"

Edward had never raised his voice like that around me before. In that moment, I was speaking to my husband but also to the beast within him; his eyes were dark, and he was clearly hungry and beyond reason. Edward collapsed down into the same arm chair as I adjusted the blanket around me, bringing it up over my hips.

"I can't-" I stopped to clear my throat as tears threatened to spill. "I won't spend my life trying to outrun Aro and his connections." You told me once yourself, "They're like vampire royalty; we don't know just how far his connections stretch; I don't doubt you have some measure of power; I just doubt that it's anything compared with his."

Edward refused to look me in the eye, and I couldn't blame him; you could cut the tension with a knife, and I felt sick to my stomach in fear of what was going to transpire next. I knew what needed to be done, but there was no way he was ready to face the reality of what came next for us. I was going to have to be the strong one for us now and be the one to say it out loud. No matter how much it broke my heart, it had to be said, and it had to be said now. I mean, after all, we were already on a countdown; Edward got the letter nine days ago, leaving us with only twenty-one days to find two women to help us and set up not only one but two large-scale weddings.

"We can do this."

With that said, Edward sprung to his feet once again, this time going over to the nearest window and opening it fully, standing directly in front of it and breathing in and out loudly as the night air crept through, filling the room.

"We've faced worse than this," I told him, and I attempted to believe my own words.

"Nothing could be worse than this," Edward finally said.

"Listen to me; I went through that letter over and over again." "I know what he's going to do to us if we don't take him seriously. We can figure this out together."

"If you read the letter, then you know what he expects me to do."

Edward glanced over his shoulder at me, and when our eyes met, I felt a single tear escape and fall down my cheek. Aro had been somewhat vague in the details, but his demand was undeniable. He expected Edward to not only share a life with two other women besides me, but he wanted Edward to be with these women. Aro's intention was to break apart our marriage by making me stand back and watch Edward as he slept with not only one but two other women while remaining my husband. The idea of it made me want to vomit; the jealously I felt I couldn't even put into words, and nothing had even transpired.

"I love you," I said with zero uncertainty, "and I know you love me too."

Edward shut the window and made his way over to me finally, sitting down beside me and pulling me to him until my head rested comfortably on his shoulder. He adjusted the blanket around me to keep me warm against him as I gathered myself a bit.

"If we don't do this, he kills you and makes me wish I were dead."

"Bella"

"If we do this, we figure it out, like we always do." We find two people who are willing and able to face this with us. Two people who I paused to collect my thoughts: "Two people who will understand the magnitude of this situation and who care about us enough to endure it with us."

"There is no one." It's only ever been you. It will always be you.

I knew I had to approach this in another way in order to get through to him. Edward was seeing this situation from both y in order to get through to him. Edward was seeing this situation from both sides, and despite my own feelings right now, I had to alter his thinking and make him look at it from only a man's perspective. At the end of the day, he was just a man like any other; I wasn't going to pretend that I was his entire world and his only ever fantasy; he had, of course, been with others throughout his life and had fantasised about being with other women before I was even born, so now all I had to do was remind him that he was still a man and he was allowed to have his fantasies, especially if they could help us now when we needed them the most. I needed Edward to reach down inside himself and allow his darkest thoughts to reach the surface of his mind. He needed to think about other women, other women he'd possibly consider asking to become his wife.

But also in that moment, feeling him so tense against my touch, all I wanted to do was help him, to put him at ease, and I knew exactly what to do. I tucked my hand beneath the blanket and reached for the button of his trousers when Edward's hand immediately clasped around my wrist, stopping me; instead of lifting my head from his shoulder, I simply waited him out. I opened my hand and grasped at him through his trousers, making Edward stiffen slightly to my forwardness, his grip on my wrist easing before disappearing completely, allowing, almost daring me to keep going.

Holding my breath, I used one hand to free his thick, bulging shaft from beneath the warm cotton of his boxers that clung so tightly to him that I could see the outline of his perfectly formed and rounded head. I wasted little to no time working my hand around him like I was a pro after only doing this once before during our honeymoon. I had been so nervous the first time, and yet now my mind was a complete blank. Edward's head sank back on the couch, and knowing he wasn't watching me put me at a comfortable ease. It was like when someone watched you type, you could be a touch typist until someone was standing over you, turning you into a rookie with the slightest gaze.

"Close your eyes," I encouraged him, not knowing if they were in fact closed already.

I watched my hand work its way up and down the hardening shaft, watching him ooze out from the head. Edward was everything I hoped he would be; he was big, bigger than I expected given how many times we had hugged; I thought I had some sort of idea, but he surprised me. He was completely bald, without even a hint of hair; his shaft was pink, with a few bulging visible veins beneath the surface of the skin, and he had the most perfectly rounded head. I imagined how doing this would feel more times than I cared to count, but I never imagined how it would make me feel, being the one responsible for making him moan like that, for making him twitch to my touch and beg me for more.

I'd never felt sexier than when I worked and worked him like I was mad at him and wanted him to come, to come harder than he'd ever come before. I knew what we had was unbreakable, so in that moment I just had to pray that Edward would allow his fantasies to come to play as I increased my speed. Edward had to imagine being with other women; he had to allow these thoughts, or he was never going to be able to entertain the idea of following Aro's orders. I had to be everything for Edward right now: the strong one, his wife, his girlfriend, and also the girl who would make peace with her husband having two other wives.

I couldn't hear my own thoughts over Edward's moans then, so I lifted my head to look at him. His eyes were shut, but his mouth was wide open as his legs trembled near his end. I knew what I had to say, and I just prayed I had the courage to say it without regret.

"Think of her, but come for me," I whispered into his ear.

Edward erupted onto my hand at that moment, spilling his cum all over it, coating along and between my fingers as he panted hard.

I brought my lips to his cheek, kissing it once before kissing his neck. I then got up from the couch and made my way over to the side table and the box of tissues there, helping myself to a few, wiping my hand before collecting a few and handing them to Edward over his shoulder, which he took.

After we had both finally cleaned up, I fixed my hair ever so slightly and re-adjusted my top before making my way around the back of the couch and wrapping my arms around Edward until our cheeks met.

"I love you," Edward said, threatening new tears.

"I love you," I repeated back to him.

I kissed his cheek softly, as softly as the first time he had ever kissed me. I faced forward and inhaled deeply, wanting the moment to last forever—that warm bubble moment where nothing could get to us.

But the reality was this:

"We can do this."

"We shouldn't have to."

"I know," I whispered into his ear before placing another kiss upon his cheek. "Nothing and no one will change how we feel about each other."

With that, I shut my eyes and asked the most difficult question I'd ever had to ask in my life.

"Who would you consider marrying?"

Edward Cullen

I dressed in the dark while Bella slept naked beneath a blanket on her father's couch; it was around seven a.m. and she needed her rest; she'd probably be asleep for the rest of the morning and possibly until noon, but she needed it. We'd made love three times last night, and although I wanted to stay longer, I wanted her to rest more, so I was heading home and planned to call in on her later that day. I locked the door behind me when I left and made my way down the footpath leading down to my Volvo. I needed to get home and shower, get into some fresh clothes, and get started on the plan Bella and I had agreed upon. There were to be no secrets between us; we were married. We would always find our way back to each other no matter what life may throw at us; that was our promise on our wedding day, and it still stands true even now. Aro thought he could break us, but he had no idea who we were or what we shared, and now that we were finally physically connected, our connection was growing stronger with time. The level of intimacy between us was the strongest thing I had ever felt before in my life. As a man and a vampire, she was everything I needed, everything that made me the man I was and the man I could be with her love.

Last night's discussion hadn't been an easy one; there were plenty of breaks throughout the night. Bella went outside to get fresh air several times, as did I. I made her something to eat, which she later threw up as the conversation got more intense over who I would possibly consider and would not consider asking to help us by becoming my wife. The decision hadn't been easy for either of us; there weren't many possibilities, but there were only a few that Bella felt comfortable with, and that's what mattered most. If this is what we had to do, then we had to do it, but the most important thing for me remained Bella's say in all of this. I needed to know she was on board with every single decision; she was my priority, and despite whatever Aro thought, she would always come first to me, no matter what came next.

In the end, Bella and I agreed upon asking two women.

Rosalie and Leah

Rosalie and Leah weren't the greatest fans of Bella, but they were both family first and supernatural beings, which meant they would both equally understand the gravity of the situation we now find ourselves in. Rosalie was well informed of the Volturi; she knew their abilities and connections; Leah, however, remained in the dark. So together, Bella and I agreed that I would reach out to Leah today and hopefully find a way to talk to her alone about everything: who Aro was, who the Volturi were, Aro's threat, and what he might do if he comes here and learns about just how many werewolves are now living in Forks.

Bella was as happy as she could possibly be with the choice; the girls weren't her friends, which in some way might make it easier. Rosalie was with Emmett, and so convincing her to break up with him so that she might help save our lives was a somewhat daunting task. I didn't know if I would have the strength to do this for her if the shoe was on the other foot. They were both very much in love and had the same level of passion that Bella and I shared. I couldn't think about it right now; Bella had given me a detailed list of everything she needed me to do, and the faster I completed it, the sooner her mind would be at ease.

I was surprised that something completely unrelated to our problem had gotten under my skin; it was what Bella had said about my connections and resources compared with Aro's and how she believed he held more manpower than I currently possessed. I shouldn't have let it bother me, but it was really tearing at me, and I found my mind going back to it over and over again. I reached into the glove box of my car as I left Bella's street and headed in the direction of the town. I retrieved a cell phone from the glove box and searched the phone for the necessary number. Bella thought I didn't have such things at my disposal, but she was wrong; I had the contact information of every supernatural being in Forks, and now it was time to go to work.

"Hello?" Leah Clearwater answered her cell on the second ring.

"Do you know who this is?" I asked her, keeping my voice low.

After a silent beat, I instructed her.

"Don't hang up."

I didn't have to be a mind reader to know her next move; it would have been mine in that moment if I had been in her shoes. After all, I was her adversary; Leah Clearwater had no sympathy for what I was; she despised vampires and was open about it.

Silence fell between us for a moment as I turned the corner that brought me onto the back roads of the town and in the direction of my house.

"What do you want?" Leah finally asked.

I wasn't sure how to go about telling her about Aro and the Volturi, and I knew I couldn't tell her over the phone. Bella said I would have to meet her in person and look her in the eye, but first I would have to get her to agree to see me, which was a task in itself.

"There's something important we have to discuss."

"Then I suggest you speak to Jacob, or"

"I don't care about their rank." I paused and lightly drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, keeping the phone close to my ear. "Something has come up, and you're the one I need to speak with."

"...Why?"

"I need you to take a risk and meet me alone." Tonight"

"Tonight?"

Hampton's restaurant, right on the front of the water. At seven"

Bella and I had already agreed on the location; every step was our plan together as husband and wife. I wasn't going to go behind her back; I had even been the one to encourage her to come with me if Leah agreed; however, Bella said I had to do this next step alone because if we met with her together, Leah might feel cornered, and then it would be all over. We had to be smarter than that and take it at a steady pace.

"I don't think so," Leah said, breaking my train of thought.

"This is important."

"I don't care." I'm hanging up now."

"Seven. Hampton's restaurant," I repeated.

"What makes you think I'll show?"

I pressed my lips together firmly and was almost tempted to shrug my shoulders, but instead I simply said.

"Because if you don't, I'm going to come find you."

For a moment, Leah said nothing, and then...

"You're lying"

"Try me," I dared her, and I slammed my foot down on the gas before hanging up on her.

I sped around the next corner and into the driveway leading up to my house, and when I cut the engine, my phone alerted in the seat next to me. I retrieved it, opening it up to see the one-word response.

Seven.

There it was: Leah had agreed to the meeting. I sighed in some relief; the hard part, however, wasn't close to over. This was just the first of many steps.

All I wanted to do in that moment was call Bella and tell her the news, but I knew she would still be asleep.

She would need her rest for what came next.