Disclaimer: The characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, the story is mine.

A/N: First of all, thank you so much for all the support and love you give to this story, it means the world to me.

A special thanks to my lovely Beta Ashlie Christine, you're the best.

Chapter Eleven: Breaking Ties

"Rosalie has been in touch with Edward Cullen! She tells him where you're gonna be and has helped him to reach you, even Angela has helped!"

Those rough words were still in Isabella's head, she didn't want to believe what Alec had told her about her best friend, she couldn't.

"That's impossible." She had replied, with a feeling of panic growing in her chest afraid of what he could tell her next.

"Baby, trust me. Where do you think she is right now? She's with him!" he assured.

She immediately started to inquire and make some calls, just to find out what she was fearing the most. Garret indeed had taken Rosalie to the airport very early in the morning, but she didn't head up to Milan, she had instead taken a flight to Seattle.
Isabella had felt her trust falling apart once more. There was just one possible reason for Rosalie to go to Seattle. And how could she do that to her? They were best friends, practically sisters. She felt hurt, sad, and disappointed. Rosalie was the person Isabella trusted the most and she had betrayed her.

The following days were like a blur to her. Only Alec with his constant energy and love could make things a little better, and he turned out to be an excellent agent from them all. He felt comfortable in his skin. He knew exactly what to do and Isabella just had to smile, make a pose next to Felix and then go back to her hotel and continue feeding her sorrow with all the happy memories from her friendship with Rosalie; hating on the nightmare that was Edward Cullen and her treason with him.

Alec had even taken care of her legal issues, and now her attorney and all the sponsors knew he was her new manager and would be taking charge of all her contracts. From now on Rosalie Hale was an old memory to her career. But above all that, the hardest thing was talking to Alice.

"I want to talk with her immediately!" She demanded rudely through the phone, and despite Alec's efforts to prevent Isabella from hearing, she did.

"I'm telling you she's not available now, she's really busy and as her manager I'm just doing my job." He replied as patiently as he could.

"Bullshit, I know she's there and I want to talk to her!" She yelled. Alec sighed with frustration and so did Isabella. With a nod she agreed to take the call and her boyfriend was relived he didn't had to deal with that crazy girl.

"What's going on, Alice?" Isabella answered with a death cold tone, which Alice noticed immediately.

"That's what I'm asking, Isabella. This guy out of the nowhere says you're done with Rosalie and that he is your manager now, what kind of joke is that?" Alice clearly heard a soft whine from the phone, and that turned on the alrms in her head. She was two steps from taking a plane to Milan to find out what was going on once for all.

"Nothing happened, Alice, I just realized Rosalie wasn't who I thought she was, and I totally understand if your by her side on this. If you want to finish up with our acquaintance I'll accept it. Please email Alec to confirm whatever you decide. Goodbye, Alice." And just like that, Isabella ended the phone call. She felt the tears burning on her eyes and falling on her boyfriend's arms, who comforted her with tender words.

Two busy weeks after the young couple flew out from Milan, the commercial was done and the arrangements for the big launching were ready. It would be the biggest and fanciest event so far in Isabella's career, and still she wasn't really excited about it. With her personal life upside down it was natural.

Since Alice's last call Isabella hadn't talked to her, and as she had told her, Alice emailed Alec confirming that she would accept any future session if she was required. However, her cold and professional words felt like a punch in her stomach to Isabella. The news from Rosalie were even fewer and Isabella couldn't even hear her name without feeling bumed and ready to cry. Even worse, she hadn't heard anything from her parents since Alec informed her that they would be on a brief vacation in California.
Isabella had never felt that lonely and she was completely sure that if it wasn't due to Alec. She would be at the bottom in that very moment.

"Ready?" he whispered as he held her hand possessively. She nodded.
As the young man had predicted, the airport was totally crowed with reporters and paparazzis, asking and pushing to get any word, a photo or even a peek from the newest couple.
Isabella had kept her private life so guarded, so far away from the cameras and any drama that the announcement of her relationship whit the photographer and manager Alec Vulturi was a complete shock for everyone.

It wasn't exactly what the model needed in that moment, but she was gonna stay away from Alec just to avoid the press, he was her only support and safety and she wouldn't lose him to a bunch of creeps. After they manage to get out of the mob and the press, they jumped into the van where Garrett was ready waiting for them to get the heck out of there.
Twenty minutes after, Isabella was settled in a hotel room, trying to relax, while her helping boyfriend was looking for a new place for her.

"It's all right, babe, everything's gonna be fine, I got it." He put a kiss on her forehead and left the room to let her rest quietly and finish all the arregements for her to move forward with her life.

Isabella was determined to pass this chapter and forget about Rose, she wouldn't let anybody fool her again. She couldn't even imagine that the girl who was had been her best friend for years was stuck in Forks General Hospital where Carlisle Cullen, and his eldest son, Emmett Cullen, were taking care of her.

"I don't get why he's doing this," the blonde girl groaned as she felt every part of her body hurting after the accident.

She had barely two days awaken after almost dieing, and that was why Esme Cullen couldn't understand what all her anxiety to leave was for. And even more so to get rid of her son's attention.

"I believe he doesn't get it either, honey." Esme replied, helping Rose to take her insipid food, the classic type in a hospital.

However, Esme could clearly see what was going on. Rosalie had stolen her son's big heart. It was just the look of how he stared at her, how all the adoration trespassed his eyes every time he was with her.

"It's ridiculous that he insists on staying here all day long." She snorted again. She was grumpy and Esme noticed it.

For what she knew about Rosalie, she was an independent, strong and determinate girl that felt no need for someone to look after her, therefore, her stubbornness on keeping Emmett away from her was huge.
But Esme also knew, because Emmett himself had told her, the horrible feeling that he had experienced when he found Rosalie on the side of the road. To him it was an authentic miracle of the fact that she was still alive, and he didn't want to be away from her another minute in his life.

He had being living in a shallow world, where tenderness and love was considered as a weakness, and an obstacle from the goal. And it was she, the beautiful girl with the sun in her hair and the sky in her eyes that brought him back to a brighter world. It was a world where he could be strong and weak at the same time without fear, the way his mother always aimed for him to follow. To Emmett, Rosalie was his strength and his weakness, and the only one he could ever ask for his heart.

"Well, those are the Cullens." Esme joked.

Rosalie felt really uncomfortable, not only due to the damn cast that wouldn't stop itching her leg, but also because she could vividly recall her argument with Esme just minutes before her accident and the reasons for this. To Rosalie, Edward Cullen was still the reason for all her best friend's miseries in life and she didn't want to have anything to do with him or his brothers, but it was really hard for her to not be gratefull for the sweet Esme and her excellent husband.

"I'm back!" Emmet announced loudly.

He had entered in the room without knocking and expelling joy. He looked radiant after taking a decent rest in a proper bed, having a consistent breakfast and a shower, and Rosalie could barely handle this. She hated herself every time she had this wild impulse of kissing the man just by looking into his big green eyes, but then again she also always felt like punching him in the face, trying to erase that cheeky smirk off of him.

"You could at least knock!" She spit in annoyance. The young man immediately smiled at her with a small and shy gesture that melted her heart and boiled her blood at the same time.

Esme, amused and pleased by the small exchange between the young couple, excused herself and left the room quietly whilst Emmett locked his eyes onto the woman's he loved.
Because he was sure as hell that she would be his girl, the only one, he was in love, and he would make her his wife no matter what.

"How do you feel today?" He asked shyly, trying to hide the woe in his voice.

"I feel like shit, how'd you expect me to feel?" She snorted, without looking at the pain in his eyes as he scanned every injury on her body.

When she noticed the awkward silence around them she looked at the man that inspired so many contradictory feelings on her and what she saw in his eyes, left her without a breath. She could only remember seeing that kind of look in one person, and that had been her father. She was only a ten-year-old kid by then, but she could easily return to the moment when her father was holding her as they both saw her mother in a hospital bed, medicated to kill the pain from the cancer in her last moments. Her dad died only a year after that, even though he had fought for her, and she knew he tried his hardest to overcome the loss of her mother and live for her, but he couldn't do it.

"I'm so sorry." Emmett whispered hardly, without taking his eyes away from her face despite the tears on them.

Rosalie wondered how that man could be almost six feet seven, have double the muscles of two men, the perfect face of a Greek sculpture, the world's most amazing and hypnotic eyes, and yet, seemed like a lost child looking for protection in her arms. She didn't think of it much. She just slowly raised her painful arm to reach his face. He understood the gesture immediately and almost like he had a magnet on his face, he reached her hand. Her touch was soft, warm and sweet, all what he could ever asked for to be happy.

Esme steped aside from the door with her eyes filled of tears as the scene in front of her continued. It was clearly a special moment for the couple, and in her heart, Esme rejoiced about it. She knew from the very first moment, that her son had found the girl of his life, and there they were.

Nevertheless, and this was something Esme couldn't stop thinking about, the words from her hopefully soon to be daughter were still haunting her like a dog. Was Edward really capable of ruining and destroying Isabella's life? It was clear to her that her son was and probably could still be really in love with her. But then again… could he have done that? Inside, Esme was afraid of whatever the answer could be.