Disclaimer: Twilight character names belong to Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended. All characterizations, plot lines, backgrounds and details belong to Bella Baby24. Plagiarism is bad. Just say no.

Disclaimer 2: I am not responsible for anyone trying these crazy ideas in real life. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, do not try this stuff at home. It's fun to read about Bella's book and the fantasies she has for revenge, but it's not funny in real life. It just leads to a criminal record and it makes you look sad. Don't be THAT girl. Take a note from Bella and write down all of your revenge ideas.

A/N1: Sorry about not posting yesterday. I was having some serious technical difficulties. The next scheduled update will occur on Sunday, November 22.

2005 (3 Years Before Prologue)

Leaning against the rail of the cruise ship, I admired the view of the Golden Gate Bridge as I waited for Rose to bring me another glass of wine. Rose and I had been in San Francisco for almost a week now. With the divorce finalized, I needed a distraction. After doing some research, Rose and I decided that San Francisco was the perfect place to indulge in some retail therapy and the California sun.

The first few days in San Francisco, we spent shopping in Union Square. I fell in love with the new Monogram Double Jeu Neo-Alma purse in Louis Vuitton. Although Rose gave me shit for spending over four grand on a purse, I determined that it was a divorce present to myself. Besides, technically, it was two purses. After spending a ridiculous amount of money shopping, Rose and I vowed that we were not to go back to the high-end stores in Union Square for the rest of our trip.

Today Rose and I had participated in a wine-tasting tour in Napa Valley. We took a shuttle up to the vineyards to taste the wines and were taking a cruise ship back down San Francisco Bay to avoid traffic. The bar aboard the ship was serving the wines we had previously tasted and it was safe to say that both Rosalie and I were a bit tipsy.

I was looking over towards Alcatraz, when a glass of Chardonnay appeared in front of my face and startled me. Rose giggled out, "Sorry to break your trance. What were you thinking about?"

"I was just admiring the view. I'm so glad we decided to come here. I definitely needed the break," I replied.

Rose looked over at me, appraising my face and mood. She must have noted my melancholy expression because she softly asked, "Bella, how are you really doing?"

I'm miserable and scared....

I took a deep breath and answered, "I don't know. I'm relieved the divorce is over, but at the same time, I'm angry. I am so mad at Edward, Tanya, and Charlie. The three of them were supposed to be my family."

"I can't get over that Charlie wanted me to stay married to someone who would cheat on me. What kind of parent does that? I know that he's concerned about the negative publicity, but he's a lawyer. You'd think he would be happy that he drafted Edward and I a prenup. I don't know, I just miss my mom. It's at times like these that I know she would have been in my corner," I sighed.

My mother, Renee, died when I was eight. She was waiting at a crosswalk in downtown Chicago when a drunk driver veered off the street and hit her. She was killed upon impact. I had really struggled with her death as I grew up. Charlie was hardly home so I latched on to Tanya and she became the sister I never had. That fact alone is what made her betrayal sting the most.

As I looked over at Rose, I realized that my true family was standing next to me. I leaned over and bumped her with my shoulder as I said, "Good thing I've got my real family here, huh? I guess I should thank Edward and Tanya for making me see who's really important in my life."

Rose gave me a wink and teased, "Yeah. You're one lucky bitch."

I definitely am...

-o-o-o-

The next morning, I stood and looked out the window of our two-bedroom suite at the Four Seasons Hotel. I was enjoying my cup of coffee, when the moleskin journal that Jasper had given me caught my eye. I had carried that book and a pen with me everywhere I went. Whenever I felt a strong emotion or had a random thought, I would write it in my journal.

The leather on the outside was creased and worn from where I had cherished it for the last six months. That journal held all my thoughts about Edward, Tanya, the divorce... my life, in general. With the divorce finalized, I didn't know what to do with the journal. Part of me wanted to chuck the book in the fireplace of our suite; however, another part of me wanted to hold on to the last remnant of my old life. In my head, I started to debate the pros and cons of destroying the journal.

I was drawn out of my internal debate when Rose entered the common room of our suite. "Good Morning, Sunshine," Rose sang out.

Rosalie Hale was never a morning person; however, it always amazed me how cheerful she could be on the mornings that she was excited.

"Someone's excited for a spa day," I teased.

The two of us had decided to spend the day in the spa before heading out for a night on the town. The spa at the Four Seasons was luxurious and exactly what we needed after marathon shopping and visiting vineyards. To thank Rose for being my rock these last few months, I booked us both massages, mani-pedi's, and waxes.

"You bet your ass I am," Rose replied as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "I plan on getting a bikini wax and massage to gear up for tonight. I am in serious need of a mind-blowing orgasm."

I almost spit out my coffee as I laughed out, "Rose, I don't think they offer happy-ending massages at the Four Seasons Spa."

"Ha, Ha," she sarcastically replied. "I meant I was going to pick someone up tonight, smart-ass." Her face relaxed into a dreamy look as she continued, "Someone who knows how to fuck me long, hard, and rough."

That sounds fan-fucking-tastic.

I quickly ran my hands through my hair as I fantasized about rough, hard, animalistic sex. I whined out, "God, I haven't had great sex in such a long time. It's been over six months, Rose!"

She just smirked at me and cheekily said, "I think our mission tonight should be to get you laid."

I just laughed as we changed and made our way downstairs to the spa.

-o-o-o-

Later that evening, Rose and I were getting ready for our night on the town. We planned to go out for sushi before heading over to a danceclub in Union Square.

Rose looked fantastically sexy in a low-cut, red halter dress that ended mid thigh. Her hair was straightened and hung right past her shoulders. When she put on her zebra print stilettos, I knew she was serious about finding someone to go home with tonight.

I on the other hand was nervous. I was searching through the wardrobe I brought with me and was unable to find a suitable outfit so I called Rose in to help.

Rose handed me a purple, strapless mini-dress and asked, "Are you alright Bella? You look nervous."

"I am nervous," I replied. "I haven't been with anyone besides Edward in almost a decade. What if I forgot how to flirt? What if guys won't find me desirable anymore?"

I sat down on the edge of the bed and put my head in my hands. "I'm going to end up alone. I'm going to be that crazy old woman with twenty different vibrators," I whined out.

Rosalie laughed and replied, "Bella, you're fuck-hot. If I was into girls, I'd totally fuck you. Hell, even I will want to fuck you tonight if you wear this dress without a bra."

I lightly smacked Rosalie on the arm and laughed. As she left me to get dressed, Rosalie called out over her shoulder, "Seriously, don't wear a bra."

I slid on the dress, a black lace thong, and a pair of silver peep-toe stilettos. Spinning in the mirror, I determined Rosalie was right. There was no need to be nervous about tonight.

I am definitely fuck-hot and fuckable.... Right?

-o-o-o-

Rose and I sauntered up to the entrance of Ruby Skye and gave our names to the bouncer. We had reserved a VIP booth for the night and were looking forward to having some fun. The dance club was full of people and music was blaring. As we waded through the crowd, I looked around the club. It was a large open room with a second level. There were roman columns lining the walls along with booths and nooks.

Our booth was up on the mezzanine level where there was a separate, smaller dancefloor and a bar. On our way to the upstairs bar, Rose caught the eye of a tall blond. He was built like an Abercrombie model and exactly Rose's type. I leaned over and loudly spoke in her ear, "Go have fun. Text me if you leave."

Rose blew me a kiss as she sauntered over to the blond. She leaned into him, ran her hand up his chest, and said something in his ear. By the way he smiled down at her, I knew I wouldn't be seeing Rosalie until tomorrow morning.

Lucky bitch....

I made my way over to the bar and ordered a whiskey sour. After I paid the bartender, I turned around to survey the dancefloor. Leaning against the bar, I caught the eye of one of the sexiest men I had ever seen. He was at least six feet tall with broad shoulders and muscular forearms. His olive skin complimented his brown hair and hazel eyes. He blatantly looked over my body and shot me a sultry grin. I replied with my own sexy smile before I turned back around to the bar.

Breathe Bella. Don't give off desperate vibes. Men can sense that shit.

I was already feeling the affect of the alcohol when I ordered another whiskey sour. As I was about to pay for my drink, a hand slid a twenty on the bar and a smooth, low voice said, "Allow me."

I spun around to see the sexy man I had been watching. As I was staring at him, his full lips curled into a smirk and he said, "I'm Demetri."

I curled my fingers around his forearm, leaned up, and purred in his ear, "Thank you for the drink, Demetri. I'm Bella." As I spoke, I made sure my lips lightly grazed his earlobe.

"Do you come to Ruby Skye often, Bella?" Demetri inquired.

I almost laughed at his over-used pick-up line. Instead, I took a sip of my drink and suggestively answered, "No. I'm on vacation here in San Franciso. I'm just looking to have a good time."

He cockily smiled and answered, "I hope you have fun tonight."

That smile already has me wanting to drop my panties.

"I'm sure I will," I countered as I placed my hand on his arm.

"Would you like to dance?" Demetri asked. I finished my drink and nodded.

Demetri placed his hand on my lower back and guided me towards the upstairs dancefloor. When we reached the side of the floor near the roman columns, I felt his fingers wrap around my hips as he pulled me roughly into him. My back was up against his chest as we began to move together. He slowly slid his hands from my hips to the front of my stomach and ground his hips into mine. As we moved to the beat, I could feel the length of him rubbing up against my ass.

Demetri and I continued to grind and thrust into each other as I noticed a secluded nook behind one of the roman columns. My mind began to wander and imagine all the dirty things I could do to him while hiding in that nook. It had been so long since I had sex with a real dick, that I was getting excited at just the thought of him in me. My Rabbit had been treating me well over the last few months, but Demetri up against me was causing me to soak my panties.

Demetri's hands moved lower down to below my belly button as he started to kiss on my neck. I lifted my hands above my head and gripped his hair as I pushed my ass into him harder. He moaned as he started to trace my hip bones with his fingers.

I threw my head back to give Demetri more access to my neck as he slid his hands down to my bare upper thighs. I ran my hands down his arms until my fingers were interlaced with his. Demetri tightened his grip around my right hand and pushed me towards the secluded nook.

Once we were in the nook, Demetri spun me around and pushed me up against the wall. We couldn't see the dancefloor, but I could feel the vibrations of the music. The fact that anyone could catch us back here was making me tingle in anticipation.

Demetri pressed his body up against mine and attacked my mouth with his. He impatiently thrust his tongue into my mouth as I wound my hands in his hair. Our tongues twisted around each other and danced with desire.

Demetri's right hand traced over my breast and lightly squeezed it through the material of my dress. I moaned and bucked my hips into his. He kissed down my neck and lightly kissed my collar bones. He continued to grope my breast and kiss down my chest until he was at the top of my mini dress. Demetri pulled down the top of my dress and sucked my nipple into his mouth. I moaned at the sensation and started to roughly tear at his shirt.

I need more.

I ran my hands up his back and dug my fingernails into his shoulder blades. He hissed as his hands moved down my body to grab my ass. I hitched my right leg around his waist and ground my center against his hard-on.

Am I really going to fuck a stranger against a wall, in a club?

He ran his right hand up my inner thigh, under my dress, and grazed my lace covered core. His fingers pushed under the wet fabric and traced along my slit.

"Fuck," Demetri growled. "You're so wet for me."

His thumb expertly circled my clit as he pushed two fingers inside me. My hips wildly bucked against his touch.

Yes... I'm definitely going to fuck him.

His fingers pumped inside of me as I thrust my hips against his hand. I cried out as Demetri curled his fingers around my g-spot. He continued to finger me as I hurriedly unbuttoned his pants.

I sucked on his neck and moaned into his ear, "Please tell me you have a condom."

His pants began to fall and I stuck my hand in his boxers. I stroked his thick, hard length and he groaned out, "Fuck! I don't have one on me."

Damnit!

I continued to stroke his cock in his boxers as he finger-fucked me. I twisted my hand up and down his shaft, paying special attention to the ridge below his head. He started to thrust in my hand as I picked up the pace and ran my thumb over his leaking tip.

God, I've missed men....

Demetri kissed me hard as his fingers began to move forcefully inside of me. I writhed in ecstasy as he curled his fingers around my g-spot one last time. My pussy clamped down on his fingers and I came undone. As I cried out his name, Demetri came in my hand.

Fuck me. That felt amazing.

I wiped my hand against the wall and adjusted my dress. Demetri was fastening his pants as he asked me, "Do you want to get out of here?"

Now that I had proved to myself that I was still desirable, I didn't feel a need to have a random one-night stand. "Sorry, I have an early flight," I lied.

I grabbed my purse off the floor and gave Demetri a kiss on the cheek. I smiled at him and said, "Thanks. I needed that."

"Anytime," he replied with a grin.

I walked out of the nook and towards the door of the club. As the bouncer hailed a cab for me, I checked my phone. Sure enough, Rosalie had left earlier with the blond.

-o-o-o-

I entered the suite in a daze. I had just allowed a stranger to finger-fuck me in a nightclub. If Demetri had a condom in his possession, I would have allowed him to fuck me against a wall, in a public place, within an hour of meeting me. All because I was scared that I was no longer desirable.

Thank God, Demetri didn't have a condom.

Fuck Edward and Tanya for making me doubt myself. I am not going to turn into a woman who sleeps around just because she is having bouts of low self-esteem. I have always been selective about who I have sex with, and I will continue to be selective. When I fuck someone, it will be because I want to. I will not fuck someone to prove a point to myself or my bastard of an ex-husband.

As I made this vow to myself, I caught sight of my moleskin journal. I opened it up and added my thoughts about rebound sex at the bottom of one of the pages. I moved to put the book down and then thought better of it. I still had yet to decide whether or not I was going to destroy the journal.

I poured myself a glass of wine, opened the moleskin journal to the front page, and began to read. The writing in the inside was hurried, frantic, rushed, and crazy. Depending on my emotions at the time, the ink would be smeared by tears or smudged from where I was writing in a frenzy.

I was prepared to cry over my feelings of loss and anger; however, I was not prepared for the level of sheer craziness that I found inside. The book contained the revenge filled ramblings of a crazy lady. I started to laugh at my ridiculous plotting and had a momentary flash of brilliance.

-o-o-o-

Rose entered the suite the next morning to find me sitting on the floor in last night's dress with my hair piled on top of my head. I was scribbling furiously in my moleskin journal and laughing like a lunatic.

She slowly approached me and cautiously asked, "Bella, are you okay?"

"No Rose," I laughed out. "I am not okay. I am bat-shit crazy. But most of all, I'm a genius."

Rose sat down next to me trying to determine what was wrong. She must have thought that I had a mental breakdown because she cautiously asked, "How was your night last night?"

"Insane," I replied. "I met this gorgeous man and almost fucked him in one of the nooks at the club."

"What?" she asked incredulously.

"Yeah. I had my dress around my waist, as he sucked on my nipples and finger-fucked the hell out of me. The only reason I didn't fuck him against the wall was because we didn't have a condom," I laughed out.

The shocked look on Rose's face made me laugh harder. I knew how un-Bella-like last night was. I gasped out between laughs, "How was your guy?"

She quickly answered, "He was alright. Definitely not the hard fuck I wanted, but still noteworthy."

Rose then caught a glance of the torn-out pages of paper surrounding my moleskin journal. "What are you doing Bella?" she asked.

"Oh my God, Rose. I started reading my journal last night and realized how fucking crazy I am," I said.

She cocked an eyebrow in my direction like I was crazy. "No really," I laughed out. "I ramble on for pages about what I want to do to Edward and Tanya for betraying me. This crazy revenge plan of mine is pure genius."

"Listen to this, 'I am going to buy a pint of every color of neon paint I can find, just because Edward hates neon colors. While he is at work, I am going to pour the pints of paint on the exterior and interior of his Aston Martin Vanquish. Maybe I can figure out how to do a tie-dye pattern? Or would a splatter pattern piss him off more? Maybe I should do a tie-dye pattern on the Vanquish and a splatter pattern on the Volvo. That way I won't have to decide.'," I quoted.

"I was really concerned about the pattern of the paint. Like that's the most important part," my voice trailed off.

Rose smirked and asked, "Okay, so we've established that you weren't all there when you found out about the affair. What does that have to do with these stacks of paper, Bella?"

"I'm turning my journal into a book," I stated. "I've always wanted to write instead of edit someone else's work. As I read through my journal last night, I realized that it's a fantastic outline for a book about a woman scorned."

Rose's voice wavered as she questioned, "Are you sure, Bella?"

I nodded my head and handed Rosalie the journal. I pointed to the middle of the second page and said, "Start reading here."

Rosalie began to scan the pages of my journal. Every now and then I would hear a giggle or a gasp. After ten minutes, she looked up at me and said, "Holy shit, Bella. You really are fucking crazy! I can't believe you thought of all of this."

"I know," I laughed. "The book is practically writing itself. Here's the fun part, I named the cheating husband, Masen Edwards."

"What about the mistress?" Rosalie snorted out.

"Well, I did promise Tanya that if I ever wrote a book, I would name a character after her. Now I just have to think of a great fictional last name," I giggled.

Rosalie just shook her head and laughed, "Remind me to never piss you off, Bella."

A/N: Please let me know what you think of this chapter. The bribe for this week is an excerpt from Bella's book, "A Woman Scorned." Also, I posted past bribes in a separate story titled, "A Woman Scorned Outtakes."