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A/N: I wrote this short outtake at work tonight for mamto who expressed an interest in finding more out about Rosalie. It isn't very long, but it does give a glimpse into Rosalie Hale, bitch extraordinaire.

DESIGN FOR LIFE

RPOV

I scowled as I pulled my Lexus into the parking lot for the dormitory where I would be staying. I couldn't believe that I was going to have to live in a dorm and share not only a room, but a bathroom with others. I was appalled and furious that my life had come to that. I mean, hello! I was Rosalie Hale. Head cheerleader, Homecoming and Prom Queen, Miss Popularity. I grew up in a huge house in the best neighborhood in Portland, had gone to the best high school, wore the latest fashions, and drove an expensive car. And then daddy had lost his job. I was still furious. Daddy had been the president of the largest bank in Portland, and then someone spouted shit about how he was embezzling or something and the next thing I knew we were in the poor house. Thank God my car was already paid off. I shuddered to think that I could have ended up driving a used Honda like my sister. Poor girl.

Unfortunately, because we no longer had as much money as we used to, I was having to forgo the apartment off campus and live with a bunch of strangers. I continued to scowl as I dragged my boxes and my Louie Vuitton bag up the stairs to my room. I gasped in horror when I opened the door. How the fuck was I supposed to live in there with another person? My bathroom at home was bigger than that room!

The first week passed by slowly, and I met a guy named Emmett Cullen in one of my classes. He was cute enough, and I knew that all I had to do was flirt a bit and flash my cleavage, and I'd have him at my beck and call. I wasn't looking to get serious with anyone, but I wasn't opposed to using some guy to buy me stuff. And sure enough, the big oaf fell hard for me. I had that boy eating out of the palm of my hand. He bought me whatever I wanted, and it didn't hurt that he was good in bed. I decided that I might keep him around.

By the time spring break rolled around, Emmett wanted me to go home with him. I tried to get him to take me to Cancun, but it wasn't happening. Reluctantly, I'd agreed to go home with him.

I could barely contain my gasp as his family home came into view. His house was bigger than mine. I had an inkling that Emmett was well off, but it was clear that he was more than well off. He was fucking loaded, and I decided then and there that I would do whatever it took to get him to marry me. If I married Emmett, I'd be able to go back to the lifestyle that I was used to. No more having to buy decent knock offs.

Tossing my hair back, I took a deep breath, and put on my best smile. It was time to bring on the acting. I had to make his family love me or at least like me.

By the time spring break was over, I was positive that his family loved me. Well, except for Edward. That kid was annoying as fuck, and I couldn't resist bugging the shit out of him. He was like an old man in a young man's body. He was hot and if I thought for a second I could seduce him and win him over, I would have.

Emmett and I had been together for three years. We'd gotten an apartment of campus, but it was a crappy apartment. I knew he could afford something way better, but he wouldn't, so I suffered through it. Once we were married, it would be my money as well, and I could spend it any way I saw fit. Of course, I had to get him to propose first. I'd been dropping hints like crazy, hoping he'd take the initiative.

Finally, he did. He took me to a super expensive restaurant and proposed. I was a bit disappointed in the size of the diamond. I was certainly expecting something larger, but I said yes regardless. I could always buy myself a bigger diamond later.

The next few months were spent planning my wedding. Daddy had gotten a job at a different bank and was making decent money again, so I went all out. I invited all of my friends from high school and college. I wanted them to see just how well I was doing. Mother and Daddy bought me a beautiful wedding gown. It was an original from Vera Wang and only cost a little over seven thousand. I thought that was pretty cheap. The dress I'd really wanted was over fifteen thousand, but Daddy had said no.

Our wedding was perfect. Everyone was so envious of me, especially my sister, Lauren. She was dating some guy who's father was a big shot attorney, and she was just waiting for him to pop the question, but so far he hadn't.

We honeymooned in Aruba, and when we got back, we found out that Carlisle and Esme had boughten us a house as a wedding gift. It was a nice house, I guess. It was in a fairly decent neighborhood, but it wasn't Mercer Island. That was where I wanted to live. That's where anybody who was anybody in Seattle lived. I'd known there was no point in whining to Emmett about it. He loved the house.

Once I was listed on the bank account, I started filling out for credit cards. Credit cards are a girl's best friend, and I had lots of them. I had no qualms about spending money, but apparently Emmett did. After he'd gotten a bill from one of my cards, he lectured me on my spending habits. Who the fuck did he think he was? It was my money, too and if I wanted to spend five thousand dollars on a pair of shoes I would.

Despite Emmett being a tight ass when it came to money, I never thought he'd cancel my cards, but he did. That was the night we had our first huge fight. It only went downhill from there.

And then she showed up. I hadn't thought much of her the first time I met her at the tattoo shop she worked at. It wasn't until she started standing up and defending that pathetic excuse for a Cullen that she became a problem. My sister's wealthy boyfriend had broken up with her, and she was in need of a new one. I figured I could hook her up with Edward. I was positive that she could seduce him into doing anything she asked. Unfortunately, he had a thing for Isabella Swan. Thorn in my fucking side. That bitch was going to ruin our plans. Lauren and I had figured that once she got and Edward got married, we could all live happily for a few years, before divorcing them and taking them for every penny they had. I hadn't had to sign a prenup, so we figured she wouldn't either. But Isabella Swan was about to ruin everything. So I did what I do best. I spread lies about her. Told the family that she was just using Edward. That she thought he was pathetic. And they bought it. Ate it out of the palm of my fucking hand. I was just that good.

Or so I thought. I don't know what that bitch said or did, but she managed to get back into the Cullen's good graces. I was furious. Then her ex-boyfriend came to town, and Lauren I figured we could use him. Lauren had been partying at First Beach when she saw him. She'd approached him, but had quickly realized that he was so fucking coked out of his head that he wouldn't be of much use. And then the asshole turned up dead, and Isabella ended up being a target. I figured for sure that the Cullen family would insist that Edward break up with her in order to keep him safe, but no. They fucking rallied around her. Pissed me off. I seriously had hoped the bitch would get killed.

Unfortunately for me, I'd muttered that out loud one night at home.

"How the fuck can you say such a thing?" Emmett demanded to know.

"Oh, please. She purposely put herself in danger for attention. It's so fucking obvious," I'd told him.

It wasn't long after that fight, that Emmett moved out. I was floored. Did he really think he could leave me? Well, I'd show him. There was a guy at work that had been eying me for months, and I let him have a taste of Rosalie Hale. He wasn't bad, but he wasn't great.

A few weeks passed, and Emmett still hadn't come back. I was beyond livid. Nobody turned away from me! Nobody! I went to his parents' house to demand that he come back, and that hadn't gone well. Stupid fucking Isabella Swan was digging her claws into my man and turning him against me.

I drowned my anger in men. I slept with several different guys knowing that Emmett was probably out fucking around. I'd heard from my sister who'd heard from a friend that Emmett had moved into Edward's old house. Emmett was probably fucking Swan when Edward was at work. Wouldn't have surprised me. That bitch had him in the palm of her hand.

A month later, Lauren told me that Edward and Isabella were having a dinner rehearsal at Cafe Garden in Port Angeles. It was a public place so they couldn't deny me entry. I needed to see Emmett. I had a few words to say to him before allowing him to come crawling back to me. He was pissed that I showed up and forced me to sit down and listen to him talk. I didn't really pay much attention to what he said, but then he set some papers down in front of me. Divorce papers. I couldn't fucking believe it! The bastard was going to divorce me. I'd take him to the cleaners. I'd get every penny from him no matter the cost.

In the end, the fucking asshole won. Sure, I'd gotten to keep the house, but I'd shelled out thousands in legal fees. The fucking bastard had a shit ton of money and could have kept it up for years, but I didn't. My father had told me that he wasn't paying for any more of my legal fees and to just sign the fucking papers. So I had.

It's been six years since the divorce and last I heard, Emmett was married with a couple of brats. Some bitch was sitting beside him, spending my money! My father had supported me financially for a while before cutting me off. That was fine. I'd gotten married last year to a man twenty-five years my age. He was lousy in bed when he could get it up, but he was loaded. He was an investment banker, and a former friend of my father's. He had a house on Mercer Island, and a vacation home in the Hamptons. I was good with that. He doted on me and bought me whatever I wanted. I never failed to remind him that I could find somebody better, and he made sure to keep me happy.

Alice and I kept in touch after the divorce, and she kept me in the loop. Telling me all the latest going ons with the Cullens. She and Jasper divorced, and she was currently dating her boss. She claimed she loved him, but I knew she was just sleeping her way to the top. Nothing wrong with that. You do what you have to do. God knows, I did.

Looking out over the bay from my balcony, I hoped that Emmett was miserable. How could he not be? He was stuck married to some awful redhead and had a couple of brats. I'd bet anything that the bastard was wishing he had me back.

a/n: Jasper's outtake will be up next.