A/N: I know, I know, you all hate me because I haven't updated in a while ..! But I've been busy! So many assignments, homowork ... ARGH! It's getting to my head! Anyways, new chapter! Guys ... I've been wondering, would you like me to write a tragedy? I mean, what do you think? Do you think I would do an okay job? Because we're doing a Shakspeare tragedy at school and tragedies are beginning to get to my head ... too ... Okay, I'm weird, I know! Anyways, thank you all very much for your reviews, you are all so very kind!

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Odyssean Love

Chapter 3

My Daughter

BPOV

"Ah … ah," the man, Carlisle, agreed. But somehow, he just sounded like he was dismissing me. I frowned as I pondered about how I could talk my way about this.

He continued to gaze at me in what could be described as wonder. All I was capable of doing was twitching my hands nervously and looking down at my own two feet. How did I ever get into this situation?

I was not his Marie, I wasn't anybody's Marie.

I was Isabella Swan.

"I had wanted to meet you for so long now, Marie. Do you know how much I have missed you? I remember holding you in my arms, singing lullabies to you, all those long seventeen years ago. Do you remember, Marie?" He continued.

"No," was my cold answer.

I do not what, nor need, to know this man who has dislocated me from my loving family so abruptly.

"Oh, never mind. It was so long ago. Seventeen years, ha, you were just a little baby back then," he made out a length with his two hands. "We'll get to know each other again. Don't you worry, my sweet Marie."

He smiled assuringly at me.

"Uh … Can I go back now?" I nervously splattered out. I needed out.

"Of course," his smile was still on his lips. "Aro, bring the lady to her chambers. I hope that everything is ready."

"Of course, Mr. Cullen," Aro entered with a low bow.

My chambers? I was confused.

"Come this way, Lady Marie," Aro started to make his way towards me.

First he called me Lady Isabella, and now Lady Marie, great, I thought sarcastically as he approached me.

He started nudging me on the arm and nodded towards the western wings of the mansion when I realized that we were looking at the wrong way.

"Aro, isn't the front door that way?" I pointed in the opposite direction.

I noticed that Carlisle was staring at me curiously the whole time. It unnerved me.

"Yes."

"So why aren't we going that way then?" I questioned.

"I am to take you, Lady, back to your chambers. This way if you will please," Aro smiled his irritating, comical grin.

"NO! Wait!" I cried out. "Wait, wait, wait!"

"Yes, lady?" Aro stopped in his tracks.

"What? I thought I was going back?" I started. "Back to my own house."

I hadn't thought of this earlier, but since the news is out that I was adopted, would my parents still want me? Would they still take me back after the legendary Carlisle Cullen has claimed me as his daughter? Surely they would … I bit my lip. After all, we had lived for seventeen years … or a little less … together. They had to remember that bit of love.

"I want to go home."

I could feel the servants and maids staring into the back of my head. I had no doubt that they were thinking about why I would request to do so.

Was it not everyone's sole wish to be able to stand in the mansion of Carlisle Cullen and speak to him as an equal? Or something of the sort?

But little did they know, I do not feel like an equal. I felt trapped, confined, in his clutches. I would have liked nothing better than to go back home right now, forget about this whole incident and eat chocolate ice-cream. And sob pathetically to myself over my latest break-up.

"Why ever for?" the clueless man asked. "Would you not like a tour of your house? See your own bedroom?"

'House' was an understatement, I thought bitterly, Palace should be more fitting. My head wad throbbing wildly and I was in no mood for anything right now.

Without waiting for an answer, Carlisle clapped his hands and I felt myself being lifted from the ground.

"What? Where are you taking me? Put me down, I'm going home!" I screamed as I hit the uniformed guard that was carrying me hard on the back.

He surprised me when he did not once flinch. I huffed in annoyance as I allowed myself to be carried with about as much dignity as a potato sack.

Carlisle chuckled with passion. "Ah, I see that my Marie is a fiery one. Yes, yes, you have our Cullen blood in you, my daughter."

"I am not your Marie. My name is Isabella. Or Bella, if you would like," I heaved, still on the guard's shoulder.

"Ha-ha, I see. I can understand that. After seventeen years of being called Bella, Isabella, it would be hard for you to change that. Aro, inform all the staff at once to refer to my precious daughter as 'Lady Bella'. Now," Carlisle ordered.

It wasn't much, but it was at least better than 'Lady Marie'.

"… But only if you will take Marie as your middle name," Carlisle added. "Your grandmother chose that name; I would like you to keep it, somehow."

I sighed in defeat as I nodded, all my dignity pushed away.

Aro gave me a tour of the whole mansion as he was ordered to and all I did to answer him when he asked a question was to nod obediently.

The mansion was perfect, as expected. Not a flaw anywhere. The servants, maids and guards were obedient, doing their own jobs. The walls were spotless, the carpets were fluffy and clean ... It was as perfect as you could ever want.

I would need time to get used to this.

EPOV

After the unfortunate encounter with the girl whom I was sure was another poser, abother fake, I was a little unsettled.

Bella, her name was.

She had spoken to me like none other of the previous 'Maries'.

She did not try to suck up to me, or look at me as if I were a piece of meat. Instead, she held onto her pride. Her small, yet close-knit, pride. It was different. It was new to me.

The manner in which the rest of the household looked and regarded her, she did not seem like the previous fakes before her.

My mind was unsure of what to believe.

There had been many posers before her. All was trying in vain to be within reach of Carlisle's riches.

However, no matter what, I will pray with all my strength that she will be a fake too, like many others before her.

If she holds on to her name, I will have to bribe her with money, and whatnot.

After all, that's what all those worthless fakes want.

The Cullen's riches.

However, I felt that that wasn't the case. I didn't know why, or how. But the way she holds herself, it even seems like she was disregarding us.

I knew that my judgment towards her was unfair, for timebeing.

But I could not have cared less.

Carlisle has always made it clear to me that one of the three brothers, Jasper, Emmett or I, would have to marry his long-lost daughter, if she were to be found, and take over the Cullen businesses and estates after him. Carlisle has always hinted that that person would most likely be me. I was the youngest of the three, my age was the closest matched to "Marie", or "Isabella" as we now call it. But I didn't want to succeed him. I had never wanted to be a businessman. Not for a day of my eighteen years.

My heart had always been set on playing and performing music. It was my life, what I had lived for and believed in.

And if this Bella was the real Marie …

I shuddered. I would not think of the impossible.

How likely was it, that after seventeen years, the long-lost daughter of Carlisle Cullen would be found again?

None, that's right.

She should be easy to get rid of. Like the many others before her. Piece of cake.

Yes.

I was still a little unsure after analyzing it all again in my head but nodded to myself once again as I walked off into my room.

So ... Now you know why Edward does not want Bella to be the real daughter of Carlisle Cullen ... Because he doesn't want to marry her, yep yep! You will find out soon, in detail, why! Anyways, next chapter, more Edward x Cullen conversation. Should get pretty interesting ... More drama to come! Review to find out!