A/N: Thought I would post the first chapter straight away because the prologue is so short. Please review and let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: All things Twilight belong to Stephanie Meyer.

2014

"Alice, can you please hurry up! I need to get to work, I have a shift at 4.30," Bella shouted up the stairs of the white painted Victorian terrace house in Fulham she shared with her sister.

"Hold on a sec," Alice replied. "I'm putting the finishing touches to your outfit so that you can wow Edward tonight. He'll be speechless when he sees you in this."

Oh god, Bella groaned to herself, knowing that Alice always got carried away when it came to shopping, clothes, hair, makeup and anything to do with dressing her up like an overgrown Barbie doll. Bella loved her sister, but that didn't stop her infuriation at the constant need to follow fashions, and worse, trying to push Bella into doing the same. Their family could no longer hide from the fact that Alice was extremely shallow, caring for little more than appearances.

Alice finally came running down the winding staircase carrying a low cut red satin dress, high black heels and a huge make-up bag. Bella admitted to herself grudgingly that Alice did know her stuff. The dress was the perfect shade of red to accentuate her pale skin and long wavy brown hair and the heels added instant sex appeal, just what a girl needed at her engagement party.

"Thanks Alice," Bella said, a smile crossing her lips. "What would I do without you here to sort me out?"

"You're gonna look so hot Bells and Edward will love it! Although, I'll be giving you a run for your money in my dress, no one will be able to keep their eyes off me!"

With her petite frame and short dark hair, Alice's pixie like features never left her short of admirers, however this did not quell her competitive streak when it came to her only sister. Bella rolled her eyes at Alice's constant need to be the centre of attention.

"And anyway, I cannot believe you're going to work on the night of the party. I'd have thought your priorities would have been a little different right now, especially with Edward and his family spending so much time and money trying to make this perfect for you," Alice continued.

"Urgh, just give me the dress, I really do need to leave." Bella rolled her eyes at Alice's constant need to be the centre of attention. "You know I can't let Seth down at such short notice. Besides, I love my job. Working in the bookshop will help me to relax before the party."

Bella was studying for a Masters degree in Psychology and was supplementing her income by working part time in a small independent bookshop. It had always been important for her to make her own way in life, however that did not stop Alice and Edward in particular giving her a hard time about it. Making their own only thinking about themselves and their immediate circle, they would never understand just how worthwhile her ambitions were. Bella had often mused over the idea that Alice was much more suited to Edward than she was, but brushed those unwelcome thoughts hastily aside.

Pushing any negativity to the back of her mind, Bella grabbed her dress and shoes, stuffed them unceremoniously in a bag and hurried out the door. As she jumped into her black Range Rover Sport, a birthday present from Edward the year before, Bella thought more about her future husband. Edward Cullen…her gorgeous and intelligent fiancé who was now a barrister in a nationally renowned chambers. She smiled fondly as she thought about how they had met five years ago and how happy they were at the beginning of their relationship. Edward was the consummate gentleman; opening doors, ordering her meals, paying for everything. However, these very things that Bella had loved and appreciated at the beginning had begun to get on her nerves. Not being able to make a decision for herself was beginning to get a bit old. She was all for courteous and attentive behaviour, but the way Edward often acted had begun to feel a little controlling. With a frown she again brushed the unwelcome thoughts aside.

We're engaged, he's throwing me a fabulous party and soon I will be Mrs Isabella Cullen, Bella reassured herself.

Looking up, Bella realised she'd made the drive on autopilot, too wrapped up in her thoughts about Edward. Bella jumped from the car and crossed the street to Book Worms, the small bookstore she worked in part time to cover some of her university fees. It was an aspect of her life that she loved. It was calm and peaceful in the bookshop and Bella often didn't have much to do all day but potter about restocking shelves and arranging displays, broken up by numerous tea breaks. Seth Waters the bookstore owner was an absentminded academic whose one true love was old books and he had been struggling with the day to day running of his shop. Bella's Psychology lecturer Leah Waters, Seth's sister, had recommended Bella to him as a part time store assistant. Bella was eternally grateful to Leah for introducing them. Seth was a joy to work for and the work was flexible enough to fit around lectures while still allowing her plenty of time off. She was also grateful for the additional income it provided.

Ding-a-ling. The bell sounded as Bella pushed open the door of the shop.

"Is that you Bella?" she heard Seth call from the storeroom.

"Yes, I'll be right there," Bella replied, dumping her bag behind the small counter. Entering the storeroom, she found Seth practically upside down in a box of books.

"Have you seen the first edition of The Great Gatsby?" he asked, his voice muffled from the box. "I know it's here somewhere."

Bella groaned. Only Seth would be able to lose a priceless first edition in the tardis he called a storeroom. There were bookshelves and boxes filling the room from floor to ceiling. One of Bella's self-appointed tasks was to sort everything out, but there were so many books that it was taking her some time.

"I'll help you look," she said, knowing it could take a while.

"Shit, shit, shit, I'm running so late" Bella muttered. Glancing at her watch again, she realised she should have been at the party over an hour ago. By the end of her shift, Bella had successfully helped Seth to find the book and had sorted out another couple of boxes in the process. However, she had been so engrossed in the task she was now running very late for her own engagement party.

Bella hurriedly pulled on the dress Alice had picked out and added a little extra mascara and harlot red lipstick. Pausing at the mirror in the small toilet to rearrange her hair one final time, Bella looked at her phone to see a long list of missed calls, predominantly from her Dad, Alice and Edward. "Oh god," she groaned, "I'm in so much trouble!"

As Bella rushed out the door, shoes in hand, she bumped into Seth.

"Um, you look very smart Bella, are you doing something special tonight?"

"It's my engagement party, remember?" Bella had told Seth numerous times that she was engaged and the party was tonight, but unless you were an old book, it was unlikely that he would pay any attention to what you said. She had even invited him to come along, knowing he was unlikely to make it.

"Oh yes, yes of course," he said, beaming. "Have a wonderful time my girl."

"Thanks Seth," Bella called back over her shoulder, already rushing to her car. Throwing her shoes and bag onto the passenger seat, Bella set off in bare feet for the home of her soon to be parents-in-law, Carlisle and Esme Cullen.

The eminent Dr Carlisle Cullen had always scared her. He was well known as one of the best neurosurgeons in the country and as such was extremely intelligent, not unlike his son, something Bella had found a bit intimidating. Dr Cullen always appeared many years younger than his age would belie, with perfectly coiffed blonde hair and flawlessly translucent skin, he was devastatingly handsome, his looks more at home on a model than a doctor. And this was without mentioning that Carlisle did not hide that he thought Bella was an inappropriate girlfriend for his son.

Pulling into a parking space on the street of their large home in Kensington, Bella pulled on her shoes and ran up the steps to the front door, stumbling slightly in her heels. On entering the house she come face to face with Edward's parents who were waiting in the hallway.

"Ah Bella," said Esme. "I'm so glad you've finally made it, we were starting to worry about where you'd got to!" As intimidating as Carlisle appeared, Esme was the opposite. With her soft red hair and kind smile, Esme had welcomed Bella into their family, making her feel more at ease in their presence.

"I'm so sorry Esme," Bella said, slightly out of breath from the mad dash from her car and up the stairs into their house. "I got held up at work and got here as quickly as I could."

"Well be that as it may, a lot of time and expense has gone into organising this party for you Isabella," interrupted Dr Cullen. "The least you could have done is shown up on time. There are a lot of people here waiting to see you and Edward together."

"Darling please calm down," said Esme. "Bella's here now and there's no harm done. Edward is upstairs I think dear," she added as an aside to Bella. "Why don't you go and find him ready to make your entrance to the party together."

Bella turned to the stairs, suddenly eager to find her fiancé and join the party. "Are my parents here yet?" she asked, turning as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Yes, they arrived an hour ago and have been asking after you. I'll let them know that you've arrived and will be back with us shortly," Esme answered, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"Fantastic, thanks Esme," Bella called over her shoulder. "I'll be right back down with Edward. And I am so sorry again for being late, I know the effort both of you have put into throwing this lovely party for us."

Bella dashed up the stairs, thinking about how proud her parents were that she was marrying someone like Edward. Good looking, a wealthy family and a successful barrister in his own right, he really was the epitome of the eligible bachelor. Bella smiled to herself, although bachelor is the wrong word to describe him now he's my fiancé, she thought.

Reaching the spare room Edward still kept as his, Bella raised her hand to knock, then slowly lowered it again, listening hard to the moaning noises coming from the other side. With an ominous feeling of dread in her heart Bella moved to open the door. She hoped that Edward was on his own, watching television or listening to the radio, the only innocent explanations she could think of for the noises which could now be heard more clearly from inside the room. Flinging open the door, Bella's jaw dropped at the image in front of her.

In a tangle of limbs, the couple was so engrossed in each other they did not notice her stood in the doorway. Edward, with his identifiable bronze coloured curls was lying naked over a small woman with short black hair. Bella watched with a horrified expression as Edward, her Edward, lowered his mouth to the breast of the girl lying underneath him. Suckling greedily, her body arched towards his mouth, as he continued to thrust hard into her. Still unable to move or speak Bella eyes followed Edward's hand as it trailed down the side of the girls body, across her breast and round to squeeze her ass, pulling her up and further onto his cock. It was only then that Bella could fully see the face of the girl and although she did not think it possible, her heart broke again. Her sister. Alice.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Bella screamed, causing the couple to spring apart. Alice pushed Edward off her in shock and tried unsuccessfully to cover her body, stammering apologies to her sister.

"Bella, oh my god Bella I'm so sorry. I didn't mean this to happen, I'm so, so, sorry," Alice said, over and over again.

Bella looked to Edward, angry tears filling her eyes. But instead of looking contrite or ashamed to be caught with his fiancée's sister, he just lay there, propped up against the pillows with an amused smirk on his face.

Before he had a chance to say anything which would increase her devastation, Bella wheeled round and ran from the room. She ran from her cheating fiancé and sister who thought it would be acceptable to fuck each other on the night of their engagement party. She ran from her parents, when all she really wanted to do was go to her wonderful Dad Charlie and let him hold her while she cried, like he used to when she was a little girl. But most of all, Bella ran from the girl that she had become when engaged to Edward. The quiet, reserved girl who let her boyfriend and his father tell her what to do.

Arriving at her car, Bella stopped, her chest heaving. Wrenching open the door she jumped inside and threw her heels onto the passenger seat for the second time that evening. Looking down at the huge diamond on her finger, Bella pulled off the engagement ring Edward had given her and launched it into the passenger foot well. Revving the engine, Bella sped away down the road, desperate to put as much distance as possible between herself and the scene which was now embedded in her mind. As she drove, snippets of what she had witnessed flashed in front of Bella's eyes. The way Edward's ass clenched as he thrust into Alice. How they had moaned, their breathing heavy from exertion. How Alice had run her hands through Edward's hair and gripped it hard, anchoring his mouth to her breast. Bella drove as fast as she could, not paying attention to where she was headed, trying to escape the torturous scenes floating through her mind, sobbing continuously all the while. After some time her tears abated and she slowed down. Glancing around, Bella did not recognise where she was, so slowly pulled her car to a stop, taking some deep breaths to calm herself. Taking in her surroundings more closely, Bella's eyes came to rest on what looked like a dingy bar. Without thinking too hard, she quickly wiped the smudged mascara from under her eyes, pulled on her shoes and jumped from the car.

Looking over at the bar and frowning slightly, Bella realised she perhaps shouldn't have been so hasty in her decision to stop and exit the car. Since dating Edward, they had frequented the bars and hotels in Chelsea where the staff knew your name on arrival and were ready with a glass of champagne. Edward had attended these establishments with his father and liked how the staff made him feel important, although this attitude often made Bella feel uncomfortable. She was well aware of how wealthy Edward and his family were, but it was not something she had actively searched for and the flaunting of cash and self-importance often exhibited by Edward and Carlisle regularly made her cringe.

The bar Bella stood outside was playing loud rock music of which she was a fan, however looking down at her outfit, she knew she was likely to stick out like a sore thumb. But thinking of the events of the evening, Bella adjusted her dress and walked inside, deciding that getting drunk in a place nobody would think to look for her was a comforting thought. Bella felt slightly uncomfortable as she walked across the room, drawing stares from the predominantly male crowd; bouncers, bar staff and patrons, who were obviously not used to a woman dressed for a cocktail party entering their territory. Making a beeline for the bar, Bella approached the striking figure with a shaved head, multiple piercings and tattoos covering almost all visible skin who was stacking glasses on a shelf. Starting to feel nervous and more than a little out of place, "I'll have a glass of wine, please?" she said to the barman, relishing the thought of taking the edge off how she was feeling.

"Sorry gorgeous," he answered with a smirk on his face, dropping his gaze down to her cleavage. "Not something we have a lot of call for here. You can have a beer though? Or a shot of something harder if you like?" He leered suggestively as Bella tried to pull her dress both up and down at the same time, failing miserably to cover any more of her bare skin. Bella inwardly cursed Alice for having picked such a revealing dress, then remembering what she had seen less than an hour before, she acknowledged to herself with wry amusement that picking an inappropriately short dress was definitely not the worst thing Alice had done that day.

"Um, I guess I'll have a beer then." Bella said, catching the bottle of ice cold beer he slid across the bar.

"That'll be £3.50 love." The barman smirked as Bella fumbled in her purse for some change.

Passing the money across the bar, she looked around and found herself staring at the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. With a face that would not have looked out of place on a catwalk runway and bright green eyes, framed by a mop of honey gold curls, Bella felt her breathing falter as she stared at him. Dressed unusually smartly for their location in grey suit trousers and a white shirt with rolled up sleeves, Bella could not help running her eyes down his body, noticing how muscular he was and admiring how he leaned casually against the bar while surveying the room like he owned the place. Everything else in the room and the events that had occurred not an hour before suddenly seemed dulled in comparison to the man stood in front of her. A tingling sensation she had never experienced before ran throughout her entire body, making her feel alive and horny as hell, as it stopped to pool between her thighs. Registering her parched mouth, Bella realised she had not breathed for the entire time she had been staring at the Godlike man. She had never before experienced desire to match what she felt for the man in front of her. As she opened her mouth to say something, what, Bella didn't know, the green eyes, in a face that was almost inhumanly attractive swung round to meet hers with a piercing glare.

"What the fuck do you think you're staring at?" he asked in a deep and extremely pissed off voice.

Bella started with surprise at his harsh words. Quickly getting over the shock, the desire Bella had previously felt dissipated rapidly, turning to anger. "An arrogant prick apparently," she retorted before turning on her heels and walking off.

Thanks for reading, please review and let me know your thoughts, would love to know what you all think! Oh, and if you were wondering, this is set in London…I am British after all!

Em xxx