Disclaimer: Twilight does NOT belong to me. This story is inspired from the show "Sunny Happiness". I don't own that one either.

Thanks so much to my Beta Ankita Kaul 3

Previously:

And then came the time when I met Jasper, Edward's younger brother and another member of the Cullen clan.

Chapter 3

It was two months and five days after our wedding. I met Jasper in his office cabin in our hotel one sunny morning. Edward and Jasper had so many similarities that it was easy for anyone to tell that they were brothers—same temper, same spoilt brat attitude and everything. I was passing by his cabin when his assistant called me and told me to clean the coffee spilled on the table. I entered the room where Mr. Jasper Cullen was huffing and puffing about something and grumbling under his breath.

"Both brothers are alike. Maybe there's something in the blood," I said to myself in a low voice as I started cleaning the table. But it wasn't low enough… he heard me.

"What did you say?" he asked, straightening in his seat.

"Edward… I mean Chairman Cullen and you are really alike," I told him with a calming smile.

Jasper got up from his chair and coming around, leaned back against the table with his hand crossed over his chest. "You're just a cleaning maid. How can you say things like that? On what basis?" he asked. Disbelief was clear in his face.

I gave him a smile. "Based on the fact that I clean all kinds of offices here. You are the Vice-President, but you probably don't know that I can guess a person's personality just by looking at their room," I explained with a smug smile.

"Fine. Then tell me… if this is the first time you've entered my office, how are you able to tell that my brother and I are alike?" he asked with a curious smile.

I looked at his face and said, "You, looking like that." He titled his head in confusion, so I added, "That disgusted look on your face is similar to your brother's." Jasper chuckled at my statement. "And it's normal for brothers to look alike," I finished.

As I started gathering my cleaning stuff, Jasper said, "You're wrong. Edward and I are not alike at all. Even to our parents, my brother and I are different."

The tone of his statement made me frown. 'Jealous' and 'competitive' were the first words that came to my mind. "You're so alike. Anyways, I'm done here," I informed him as I got up.

"You're pretty efficient," he commented.

"That goes without saying," I told him proudly. "Everyone asks for me to clean their rooms. I have to stay on standby all the time to clean your brother's office too," I added smugly. "Moreover, he has ordered me not to leave a single bit of dust in his sight. Such severe OCD behavior... who can put up with that?" I huffed at the last statement.

Jasper chuckled before he stated, "I didn't know that you have analyzed my brother so thoroughly." He raised his eyebrow suspiciously.

"Who's analyzing him? I'm done here. I'll go now. I need to clean other areas. Bye," I informed before leaving the room in a rush.

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It was just before I was going for my lunch break, when my senior informed me that the Vice-President had requested that I clean his room from that day onwards. I protested, but since the VP himself requested (ordered) it, I couldn't say 'no'. I went to the roof, the usual place where I had my lunch, and started practicing my piano lesson on a piano printed paper while eating.

"Looks like my student is working very hard," I heard a voice from behind. I turned to see Edward standing there with a teasing smile on his face.

I folded the paper and shrugged at him. "Hello, Chairman."

"It's 2.30 in the afternoon, Bella. Which country is having lunch at this time? Why are you torturing your stomach like that?" he scolded, after taking a look at his watch.

"Like me, my stomach is none of your concern. If there's a problem, go see my superior," I replied, huffing before I shoved some more food in my mouth. I saw him cringe a little.

Edward laughed. "Isabella Swan, are you sure that your superior is familiar with your stomach's situation?"

I smiled at him in answer. "You and your brother really came from the same mold," I commented.

"You're saying Jasper is… like me?" he asked with a slight smile.

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It was an opportunity to learn more about his family. I was curious, so I asked him if his parents really differentiated between him and his brother. Edward answered in the affirmative and told me that since Jasper was younger, their father always thought that Jasper was not responsible enough. That's the reason why Jasper always thought of Edward as his enemy, even though he had always wanted to see Jasper progress in his life and career. From his statement and expressions, that day I saw another side of Edward. He was a loving and caring person. I liked this side of him.

We heard the sound of a door opening and then, "Hey Edward!" Jasper called. I turned my attention to my food, hurriedly.

"Have my eyes deceived me?" he commented. "You're here… on the roof… spending time with Miss Swan?" he stated doubtfully.

"Um… Jasper… it's not…" Edward trailed off.

"It seems like I guessed right, huh? It's not a coincidence. Are you having an affair with my brother?" he asked me.

"Jasper, I'm afraid, you have misunderstood the situation," Edward protested.

"Really? Edward, I thought you had a classy taste in women. I mean Tanya, Jessica, Irina… those women are your type. How can you be with Miss Swan?" he asked in disgust.

Jasper's statement actually hurt. No… not because he called me a low class woman, but because even he knew that I wasn't fit for someone of Edward's status. I got up from my place and stood in front of him. "Vice-President, what era are you from? Just because a man and woman are talking, it doesn't mean they are having an affair. I don't understand how a person can be so narrow-minded. I pity all the female colleagues who have conversed with you. Just because they talked to you, do you think they want to have an affair with you?" I asked, huffing in anger.

"What are you trying to say?" Jasper asked. Anger was clear on his face.

"Let me spell it out for you. The Chairman and I are not having an affair. I just happened to meet him here and started complaining to him," I told him, raising my eyebrow.

I heard a low "huh?" from Edward. I gave him a look and he nodded.

"Complaining?" Jasper asked, thoroughly confused.

"That's right. I was complaining to him about how you have requested for me to clean your room as well, and added to my work load. Why? Can't I?" I informed him. The stunned look on Jasper's face was quite hilarious.

"You… you're complaining about ME?" he asked in disbelief. I nodded in answer. I noticed from the corner of my eyes that Edward was fighting to control his amused smile.

But he composed himself quickly and said, "That's right. Miss Swan was just telling me about how you requested that she clean your room too."

"Is that a problem?" Jasper asked his brother.

"She's complaining that her work just got doubled," Edward replied, shrugging innocently.

"I was asking for a pay raise," I added. "Since I'm more efficient than anyone else, and both the Chairman and Vice-President want me to clean their rooms, I deserve a pay raise. After all, talent like mine is rare," I finished with a smile.

Both brothers laughed at my statement. "As long as I have satisfactory remuneration, I'll make sure you both have a clean and neat work environment," I promised. "And as for the affair stuff… you don't have to worry Vice-President, the Chairman is not my type. I'm finished here. Bye," I said, before leaving the brothers speechless on the roof.

'He's not my type…' if only this statement was true. At that time, I didn't realize that he was my only type.

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A week later, I met Alice Brandon, Mr. Jack Brandon's only daughter and Brandon Co. Ltd's only heiress.My first impression of her was that she was a short tempered, possessive, uncertain little brat. I met her in Jasper's cabin when I went inside to clean it. Miss Brandon was screaming and whining about something to poor Jasper, who seemed annoyed as hell. That day, when Jasper defended me against her rude attitude, maybe that's when she started disliking me.

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Two days later as I headed towards Edward's cabin to clean, I found Anthony sitting in front of the room, playing alone. Upon asking, he informed me that it was his uncle Jasper's engagement party at our hotel's party hall that day. His dad had promised to take Anthony with him when he went there. At that moment, Mr. Chairman was in a meeting, however, so he had asked Anthony to play in his cabin and not come out.

I told Anthony that he should've stayed inside the room or he could've gotten lost. That poor thing said with an adorable pout that he was bored. So I took him inside and we spent time together. He chatted about his friends in school, the dog he always wanted, and I told him stories and so on. One hour later, Edward returned and smiled when he saw me with Anthony. They headed downstairs after bidding me 'goodbye' and I got back to my work.

Half an hour later, Edward called my phone and asked me to come downstairs where he was waiting for me to discuss something important. When I found him, he informed me that his mom wanted him to play piano but he didn't want to play alone. He asked me to play a duet with him. I hesitated, but Edward said he wouldn't play if I didn't. With a nervous smile I agreed. That day, his whole family and his business associates saw us together for the first time. As we played together, I felt like we were the only ones in that hall. After we finished I felt a strange kind of happiness and I think so did Edward; because I remember him looking at me with a proud smile.

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That evening, as we sat on the hotel's roof, Edward was grinning widely. I loved seeing him happy like that. At that moment I knew I was falling for him and that… was NOT a good thing. I had loved the feeling I had when we were together in front of everyone. I seemed to have forgotten that it was not a real marriage. I was only his wife for one year and nothing else… and that too only on paper. We weren't even staying together in his house as a normal couple would. I needed to put a stop to our budding friendship or else I knew it would be my heart that would be broken in the end.

"Edward?"

"Hmm?" he replied, not really paying too much attention as he was enthralled with the setting sun.

"I think we should… stop meeting for piano lessons," I said, watching his face for his reaction.

His head snapped towards me, a confused look on his face. "What? Why? I thought everything was going great…"

"I know… but I'm getting too attached to you…. When in ten months the divorce is finalized, I'll… miss you and I'm not ready… for heartbreak. I need to stop myself from falling for you," I replied clearly. Honesty is the best policy, after all.

He sighed. "I was enjoying our time together…maybe more than I should have..." he heaved a sigh again. "You're right. We shouldn't get too attached. We shouldn't spend any extra time with each other anymore."

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Well, if only our life was that easy. Three days after we decided to stay away from each other, Edward called me to meet him in the park near my house. I was confused. Why were we meeting like this again?

After I reached the park and thoroughly scolded Edward for going against his words, he then explained his reason for calling to meet.

"Um… I know we agreed not to meet… but there's a problem," he started, hesitating.

"What problem now, Edward?" I snapped at him angrily. It was becoming ridiculous.

"You remember Jenks, my lawyer? He called and informed me that Tanya is investigating our marriage," He said, sighing as he sat on the wooden bench nearby.

"What do you mean…? Why would Tanya investigate us all of a sudden?" I was confused by this sudden twist of events.

"Well…" he shook his head, sighing again. "It seems that this dear child of mine told his mom that you don't stay with us and he hadn't meet you more than three times." He shrugged. "Tanya became worried, called her producer friend, who has a huge crush on her and lives here in Seattle, by the way, and asked him to dig into our marriage. Jenks said that if Laurent finds out the truth, then I may not even get visitation rights to Anthony again."

"What do we do now?" I asked taking a seat beside him.

"Jenks said he has arranged for a guy to help us act like we are a real happily married couple," Edward finished, looking at my face. "He said the guy is a professional," he added, as he saw the look of disbelief on my face.

"Oh God!" I sighed shaking my head.

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The next day, Edward messaged me an address and asked me to meet him there that afternoon with my clothes and stuff to move in. After explaining to my dad that I'd taken a live-in nanny's job, I found myself in front of a beautiful middle-size duplex house, with a smart, modern design.

Suddenly, a bald man came out of the house and with a panicky expression, he looked from the right to left and right again. I raised my brow at him in silent question. He finally looked at me and asked, "Did someone follow you here?" When I shook my head in the negative, he ushered me inside the house, where Edward was waiting for us.

Edward stood up from the couch and offered me a polite smile in greeting. I nodded in answer and sat on the couch opposite him, while the bald man stood in between us, observing our interaction with a displeased frown.

"Let me introduce you. He's here to help us… with our situation. John Berry," Edward said, gesturing towards the bald man… oops, John. I offered him a smile with a soft 'hello'. "My wife, Bella Swan," Edward said, gesturing towards me.

"Look at you both. Totally unconvincing," John said, crossing his arms over his chest. "You need a complete makeover." He threw his hands up in the air in frustration, making us raise our brows.

"Mr. Berry…" Edward started to say something, but John cut him off. "Call me John."

"John?" I started. "What do you mean when you say we need to be 'convincing'? Didn't we already agree to live together? Can't that represent our 'relationship'?" I asked, trying not to irritate the guy… who already seemed stressed enough.

He gave me a sarcastic smile before leaning down. "May I know the relationship… between the two of you?" he asked.

"We… we are married couple, of course," I replied hesitantly, with as much fake confidence as I could.

"Guilty conscience!" he exclaimed, making me jump. He then turned to Edward and asked with that same smile, "Your turn, Mr. Cullen. May I know the relationship between you and Miss Swan?"

"We are a perfectly happy couple," replied Edward pretty confidently.

"You have more determination than her," said John, making me pout slightly. "But that determination doesn't pass the test," he added. "Frankly, from the interaction between the two of you…" he started pacing, "anyone will be able to detect that the mood between you two is awkward, forced, estranged." He sighed, "Just based on your sitting distance, I can tell that the two of you are not intimate with each other." His accusatory tone made both Edward and me look at each other, as flashes of our very intimate moments came to our minds. We looked away from each other and fidgeted uneasily. John, unaware of this interaction, droned on. "This space between you two represents the space between your hearts. A loving couple who is close to each other… they eat, drink, shit, pee and sleep together… will they intentionally maintain such a safe distance?" he asked.

What he said was actually making sense. We hadn't ever thought about how we must look to outsiders. The way we were with each other, there was no way anyone would accept that we were a happily married couple. I saw Edward nodding at John in understanding.

I hesitated. "But the couch is so long. Why would anyone expect us to sit close together? Won't that look… inappropriate?" I asked worriedly.

"You'll be sitting and cuddling with YOUR husband… not someone else's. Why would anyone find it inappropriate?" John asked, bewildered. "And who is the expert here? You or me?" he asked angrily. I offered him an apologetic smile. He took a deep calming breath and commanded, "Go sit over there. NOW!"

Edward offered me an encouraging smile as I made my way to his couch. I sat down stiffly with my back straight. There was still about a two hands distance between us.

"Be more loving," John commanded. "Get closer."

We hesitated, before easing closer to each other. Edward wrapped his left hand over my shoulder as I laid my head in the crook of his neck… even though we were both looking anywhere but each other.

"From my observation," John started, sitting on the opposite couch. "You two don't have a story," he grimaced tauntingly.

"I disagree with you," Edward replied, frowning. "Actually, many interesting things have happened between us," he explained.

I nodded in agreement. "For example, the car accident in the beginning," I said looking at Edward. He nodded with a slight smile. "Then you were nitpicking about my cleaning…" Edward rolled his eyes at that. "And then you got the hospital and finally we signed an agreement for our fake marriage," I finished with a triumph smile. Edward nodded.

"At the point of the fake marriage, were you willing and joyful about it?" John asked.

"How was that possible? It is a fake marriage. How could it be joyful?" I answered, grimacing.

"I agree with Bella," Edward said with a slightly guilty look.

"That is why this situation is called…feuding," said John.

"Then Mr. John Berry, what should we do next?" Edward asked worriedly.

"We should start from both inside and outside. To truly be a couple who lives together," said John with a look that said that he already had a plan for us. We both gulped as we exchanged a look with each other.

And so started our journey from a fake couple to a real one. If only… we knew then what it would lead to.

A/N: Thanks to all of you for reading. I had an awful writer's block. COULDN'T THINK OF A WORD TO WRITE! Thanks for being patient for this chapter.

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