AN: Jasper learns a shocking truth and James wants back Marie.

Chapter fifteen: Bella's Future Marie's Past

Jasper, January, 2011...

"Sir, Garrett Meyers was James Carter's cousin," Jenks said.

"Go on."

"Well, Sir, Garrett's mother was a member of the Carter family who left them and was disowned."

"So do you think Garrett was aware of his heritage?" Mom asked. I had two way the call. She needed to know this.

"I think he was from Mr. Whitlock had shared," Jenks said. I had shared my suspicion with them that perhaps Garrett knew that James was his cousin and he didn't want Bella near the bastard. Mom and Jenks had agreed.

"What about Garrett's death?" I know that had to be James' doing somehow. It was no suicide. He wanted Bella and Garrett was in the way. Bella had said earlier tonight that James would kill me if he got his hands on me. Why not do the same to Garrett?

"As you suspected, Mr. Whitlock," Jenks confirmed. "Garrett's death was made to look like a suicide."

"Were there people paid off?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir, at least two police officers and a morgue assistant," Jenks said.

"Oh shit," Mom said.

"This is fucked, Mom." But I wouldn't be allowing them to get their sick hands on Bella. I would protect her.

"It really is, Son," Mom sighed.

"What else, Jenks?"

"Ms. Bella's mother is very persistent, but Mr. Swan is holding his ground. I also believe that James has gotten a PI, but I have debunked any lead he could come across."

"That's good," I said. "Keep up the good work, and keep us posted."

"Yes, Sir." We disconnected with Jenks.

"Mom, I'm coming over."

"Okay."

Bella had left me at dinner after she confessed to wanting to be with me. It lifted my heart to hear her say that, but it crushed me to think that she thought of herself as some sort of curse. She thought that me being with her would bring me nothing but pain. While I believed the opposite. Bella was becoming so much. She meant so much. Everyone around me could see it and I could feel it in every breath I took.

I was falling in love with Bella Swan. And James wanted to take her away, hurt her and probably kill her, because his sick, pathetic ass thought of Bella or Marie as property.

Over my dead body. Bella would stay here forever if I could convince her to. I never wanted her to fear anything ever again.

I went over to the main house. Mom was waiting in her office with a bottle of Jack and two glasses. She poured me a glass and handed it to me when I walked in.

"What the fuck is going on, Jasper?" She was very frustrated. Mom was usually abolishing me for cursing. "What kind of man is this…James? What a sick bastard!"

"I know, it's why I have keep Bella safe, no matter what, he can't get his hands on her." I took a sip of my Jack, letting it warm and relax me all in the same instant.

Mom took a long, hard look at me. Her eyes gleamed with something. A determination…since that day. "We can't let him go."

I met her cold gaze with one of my own. "I never planned to."

"He can never be allowed to hurt Bella again, Jasper." I knew what Mom meant and I was more than ready to agree.

"By the time we're through, Bella will never have to worry about any of those bastards again."

"Good." Mom polished off her glass of Jack and poured herself another.

We had to do what was necessary. And what was necessary involved James never bothering Bella again.

By the time I left Mom and went back home, I had a good, strong buzz going. I went upstairs and noticed that Bella's light was off. She must be asleep. I hoped she didn't have a nightmare tonight because I really craved a peaceful night right now.

I waltzed in my room, toed off my boots and threw myself down on the bed. I closed my eyes and smiled at the images of a smiling Bella dancing behind my closed lids. She wanted me. She admitted it but begged me to wait.

I would wait forever for her.

The revelation about Garrett bothered me because I wanted to tell her. Bella would not be kept in the dark around me. She needed to know the whole truth if she didn't already.

But in the mean time, I wanted to put her at ease. And the surprise I had, I hoped it would just that.

Bella needed a break.

James, January, 2011...

"Oh please…don't tell me you're still moping over your little plaything," Vicky sneered as she pushed me off of her to get up. She threw on her little dress, and huffed. "Would you hurry up and find that bitch, punish her ass, and get back to being you? This is pathetic!"

Vicky was pissed off because of my lack of participation for a better sense of the word. I just wasn't in the mood. I wanted to find Marie and making her see what crossing me, caused. I could practically taste her screams and giggle at her silly little pleas.

Marie was the perfect little slave. She acted like she didn't like the things we had done, but I knew the truth. I knew the little minx I was married to. She loved every second of it.

Vicky's annoying voice was getting on my last nerve. She was good for a couple of things, mostly sucking my cock, and since she wasn't at the moment. I wanted her to shut the fuck up. She giggled and it grated my brain.

That was what I loved about Marie. She knew when to speak and when to shut up! I had tried her well.

But Vicky needed more initiative. If only I could control her enough to train her the way I had Marie. Things would be perfect.

"You know what I think is?"

I glanced at her from my place on the bed. "No," I sneered. "What?"

She laughed manically. "You can't stand the fact that the little bitch outsmarted you. It's killing you!"

I was off the bed in no time, and had her by her throat, slamming her into the wall beside the closet. "That's it. That's my James." She reached down and grabbed my length, pumping it. I smacked her hand away.

"Don't!" I growled. I wanted my Marie's hot little mouth wrapped around my cock while I choked her.

"Awww, poor baby," Vicky teased, stroking me still as she struggled to breathe. "You want your little Bella!"

I squeezed her neck harder. "Don't call her that!"

Vicky cackled. "Bella! Bella! Bella!" She went on as she teased me.

"I hate that name," I said, letting her go. "A plain girl like Marie should have a normal name. Not that exotic crap. Isabella! Disgusting."

"You're such a control freak," Vicky commented as she undressed.

When her panties fell, she arched an eyebrow at me in challenge. "Now come over here and control me."

"I'll teach you not to cross me."

~~abt~~

While Vicky slept, I went downstairs for a drink of water. The place disgusted me. It was cleaned by the maid I'd gotten, but it was nowhere near the work Marie would've done. I'd now been searching for Marie through her mother. Renee thought I was just bringing Marie home, but I wouldn't do so without teaching her a valuable lesson first.

My cousin, Garrett, had learned that lesson. He paid dearly for trying to take Marie away from me. Initially, I was angry when Vicky told her and I wanted to wring her neck for blabbing, but seeing them together in the throes of passion erased all thought of teaching Vicky a lesson from my mind.

They were always so beautiful together, and I always loved how shy Marie acted, putting on a little show for me. She was always cowering away, crying, pretending to not like it, but I knew better. Marie loved every second of what we did together. She was good, very good, and all mine. No one else would have my Marie. Just the thought of another man touching her without my permission sickened me.

Nothing happened without my permission.

Even that fun little afternoon after Felix and I had played a round of golf didn't happen without my say-so. Again, Marie was the belle of the ball that whole afternoon. She pleased us to no end then putting her little show of playing scared the rest of the night. It stunned me she carried on with her little game for a week straight. However, that pregnancy was her fault, and we had to get rid of it.

I had told Marie time and time again, I hated kids, and wanted nothing to do with them. So a baby was the last thing I wanted in my house. The abortion was easy. Though, Marie attempted to argue with me about it. However, a quick lesson in manners nipped that in the bug.

Marie was amazing in the bedroom –something I couldn't get over – even if Vicky was good, Marie was far better. Hell, I had been the one to take her virginity. I was her first. No one could take that prize but me. How she obeyed me, how she laid where I wanted her to and how she remained quiet. It was all a fantastic little show.

However, there were times when Marie would act out and needed to be put in her place; such as the gala in November last year, when she wore that sinfully short dress.

Vicky had gotten the dress as I thought it would be perfect for my little wife and I was right, but Marie decided that she needed to take things one step further by teasing me. All night, she flirted with the men at the party, and there was only so much a man could take. As I sipped my water, I smirked, remembering how I dragged my little temptress from the party, taking her back here. That night, I taught her a lesson before taking her.

My cock hardened at the thought of her tight pussy wrapped around me. The way she felt in my arms as I spilled into her. Amazing. That night, I took out my aggravation on her knowing she could take it as I was certain she understood why the lesson was needed.

Things, of course, went back to normal as December rolled in and I welcomed the nearing of the end of yet another year with my perfect Marie. However, Marie had other plans.

When I woke that morning to an empty house, I nearly had a heart attack.

At first, I thought nothing of the silence. I thought Marie was downstairs preparing my breakfast. However, after going through my morning routine and making my way down there, I was in for a rude awakening. She was gone. I walked around, searching, screaming her name, but it was in vain.

She was gone. I was devastated.

I called Vicky, my dad, her mother and my best friend, Felix. Everyone was in outrage. How dare she do this to me? Embarrass me like this?

Renee was very apologetic for her daughter's betrayal and immediately thought I should go find her. So I used some of my family's contacts, but nothing. They searched and searched. Nothing. No paper trail. It was like she vanished into thin air.

I took a couple days off from the hospital, I had to figure this out. But then, I went back because I couldn't let anyone know something was wrong. Father couldn't know that I couldn't handle Marie.

When he found out about her disappearance, he was outraged and called me an idiot.

That further sent me into a madden frenzy to find Marie and make her pay for hurting me like this. Didn't she love me the way I loved her?

How dare she do this to me?! I would kill her!

When I found her, I was going to teach her a lesson she will never forget. It was all I thought about.

Father calmed down enough to be on my side. He was using his contacts to look for Marie. But so far, nothing. But, we wouldn't give up. He agreed with me that she needed a lesson.

Everything I learned about women, came from my father. He thought they were the weaker sex and if rules and regulations were not set, they had the tendency to get out of control. He used some of the same method I used on Marie, on my mother and they had a great marriage right up until her passing when I was younger. I missed her, but in a way, her death became a blessing when my dad remarried and I met his new wife's daughter, Victoria. Even though his marriage did not last, the bond Vicky and I shared would not be broken. At least not by anyone but me.

Vicky was something else. However, not wife material as she herself has admitted. Marie, on the other hand, was perfect. She reminded me so much of my mother with her kind disposition. Although, my mother would have never ran away from Father and embarrass him like this.

I smashed the glass against the wall as I thought of Marie's betrayal.

I had done everything for her. I'd taken her and perfected her. Her weight was always an issue so I took up her diet on my own, bringing her down to a more desirable figure. Now, after everything, she broke my heart by running off? Perhaps it was to be with another man. Maybe Marie had been cheating on me all this time! Maybe Garrett was just a ploy for the real one.

They are both dead and they don't even know it yet. I'll rip them both apart with my bare hands.

Vicky's arms wrapped around my waist as I stood there in my kitchen, lost in thought.

"We'll find her," she whispered with a soft kiss, "And when we do…"

"It'll be a lesson she never forgets."