Edward's Point of View

"Hey Mom," I greeted once I arrived in the kitchen for breakfast. I gave her a half-hug and a kiss on her cheek, but there was a straight line set across her lips.

I glanced around the kitchen to find get some clue about what happened here that made her like that. My father sat in his seat, sipping his second cup of coffee nonchalantly.

"Where's Bella?" I asked.

"Why don't you ask your father?" Esme surprisingly spat as she was spreading jam on her toast. "He's responsible for everything that happens in this house."

I didn't understand at first. As I observed his expression, I realized he had obviously done something. His face was passive, with a cold gleam to his eyes.

"Dad," I started, "where's Bella?"

He didn't respond for a few seconds, but I didn't need to repeat myself. He looked up at me and sighed exasperatedly, as if he'd said it too many times. "I got rid of her."

I clenched my jaw. "What do you mean you 'got rid of her'?"

"Edward, she isn't good for you because she puts you and the family at risk—"

"At risk?" I repeated. "At risk?! Dad, we've been at risk all our lives and this doesn't even make a difference!"

"She's a secret agent of an international organization, Edward. Think rationally." He said in a firm tone. "She might be with you because of reasons that are anything but personal. She might be in a relationship with you because you were her target and there is some unfinished business that she needs to settle— maybe she needs some information that will make her the last person this circle will ever see."

"She wouldn't do that. She'd never do that, and to hear that you think she would just by judging her by her profession disgusts me." I said in a low tone.

"I don't know what you see in her, but you are never to see her again. You might be the leader of the mafia, but I am your father— don't ever forget that." He gave me a hard stare that I used to feel small under.

"Exactly, you don't know what I see in her. You've only known her for less than a day and you're already dismissing her." I glared back. "I'm leaving."

He picked up the newspapers in front of him, flipping to the sports section. "She's already out of the gates, Edward."

"I don't fucking care." I snapped and at a brisk pace, I walked to the door. As soon as I held the doorknob, my mother's voice stopped me.

"Edward," she took a deep breath, "she's different, isn't she?"

I gripped the doorknob tightly as I shut my eyes tight for a second. "She is."

"Go get her." I could hear the approving tone in her voice.

I opened the door and got into my car, starting up the engine and driving out of the property. I switched off whatever music that was playing on the radio as I gathered my thoughts. I called her phone so many times and when I finally didn't hear the tone anymore, I knew that she turned her phone off. I listened to her voicemail greeting as I waited to leave a message.

"You've reached the Swans' Home for the sexual deviants. How may I help you?" She started in a professional, breathy voice, then bursted out in laughter. "Okay, fine. It's Bella. Leave a message... whoever you are." She then muttered under her breath, "little fuckers."

Beep.

"Bella, it's me... Call me back." I said and I felt like my throat was closing up. I then pressed the "end call" button and chucked my cellphone at the empty passenger seat where Bella was just sitting at with me yesterday.

I imagined what her face was like when Carlisle told her to get out of the house. I winced at how vulnerable she looked like in my head and how she wouldn't object. She had a kind of vulnerability that made me fall to my knees the moment I knew more about her under that tough exterior. She was as fragile as a porcelain doll with so many layers to peel in order to know her true self.

The way she was devoted to everything she had was admirable and everything about her was so beautiful. She was the light in this world, and I wasn't going to lose her. I knew that she needed me as much as I needed her. I wasn't going to lose her just because of what my father thought of her. Our families didn't seem to approve of us— but none of us really cared. Her parents hated me and now Carlisle disliked her.

I pulled up in front of her headquarters, since I knew that she wouldn't be going home first. Whenever something bad happened, she'd go here first. It was a risk just by stepping out of my car since this wasn't a place I could fool around in. I was obviously known here for the mafia, and this place was filled with people who had perfect aiming in shooting and trained in martial arts. I could easily be taken down if I made the wrong move.

The building was pale white and gray— it was probably as intimidating as the people who worked in there. As I entered the place, all that I could hear was my footsteps echoing through the place. Everyone around me here walked without a sound, but I was causing whispers among everyone. I approached the lady at the counter with bouncy red curls pulled behind her ear while she chewed on gum. She didn't see who I was at first since she was busy on the computer, but she could see me.

"Swan Intelligence-Gathering Organization, how may I help you?" She said in a professional tone as her fingers kept busy with the keyboard. Her eyes were trained to the screen.

"I'm looking for Bella Swan."

Her fingers were mid-air, frozen. She blinked twice before she looked up to see me. Her eyes widened slightly and the pink bubble she was blowing popped.

"She... just left the office," she stuttered.

"Do you know where she's going?" I enquired further.

"That's classified information, sir—"

"And I thought I'd never meet you." A girl's voice said out loud, interrupting the redhead's sentence. "My sister never tells me about her love life, but her best friend Rosalie does."

I saw the owner of the voice, whom I presumed was Alice. Bella told me about her before, and I saw her at the restaurant the night we met for the third time.

She stopped right in front of me and looked me up and down. "You do realize that you are at risk of getting arrested for the number of crimes your... mob is responsible for when you're on our ground, don't you?" She asked incredulously. "What are you here for?"

"I'm looking for Bella," I told her. "Where is she?"

"She just left the office." She shrugged nonchalantly. "Since you're her boyfriend, I guess you're entitled to knowing where she's going to."

"What do you mean?"

"Bella just accepted a mission. She's on the way to Monaco for it now and she'll be there for a week." Alice told me. My breath caught and I shut my eyes, running my hand in my hair. She scrutinized me. "What have you done?"

"It's not me, it's...," I struggled to say the right words, but I kept grimacing with every wrong word I said.

"Let me guess, you screwed up big, huh? Brought her home to the parents?"

"How did you know that?"

She shrugged again. "My parents aren't that eager about you as well. You should wait until she comes back and do something to make up for what happened."

Bella's Point of View

"Remind me why I haven't moved to Monaco yet," Rosalie sighed in content as she sat back in her car seat, smiling away. Her blue eyes were hidden behind her Chanel oversized sunglasses with her arm laid on the top of her head. It was noon in Monaco, and it was pretty humid here.

"Because we have careers in New York and there isn't a headquarters here yet in Monte Carlo?" I suggested. "This is also too pretty of a place to see gunshots and explosions."

When I pointed those out, her smile turned into a frown and she pulled down her shades. "I wish we weren't here for a mission. You know what, we should go house-hunting too. I want a house here. I'm pretty sure I can afford it."

"And put it under what? Your father's name?" I laughed, glancing at the GPS that was leading us to the hotel we were going to stay at. "I mean, it's already good enough that your parents allowed you to become a spy."

"Yeah, I guess it is. They thought it'd be some fantasy I'd grow out of, but it really isn't. I love my job." She replied. "So how come you've never even mentioned Edward throughout the whole trip here?"

"There's really nothing much to say." I quickly answered.

"Bella, there's always something to say when it comes to relationships. What, did you guys get into a fight or something?"

"It's really none of your business." I snapped unintentionally, but I didn't apologize.

"I call out bullshit when I see it. You guys got into something, and you can't hide it from me. I'm your best friend and really, it's written all over your face." She deadpanned.

I hesitated.

"Spit it out."

"His father does not like me."

"So you met his parents? When?" Rosalie asked.

"Last night. It was raining so heavily and we were outside, but we couldn't make it back so we decided to stay over his parents' place for the night. His father was nice that time, but the next day he was... cold? I don't know how to describe him." I told her. "He told me to leave the house and never come in contact with them or something. I decided to go along with his decision since... well, it was out of respect. I was a guest in their house and they did treat me with hospitality. if they felt that I wasn't... good, then I'll leave."

"And you never called Edward?"

"There wouldn't be a use. He's called me tons of times, but I didn't respond."

"Well, fuck them. He loves you and he won't let go of you that easily, obviously."

"He will. Soon enough. He'll find someone and forget about me soon."

She ignored my words. "What a lovely time to feel the mutual hatred towards each family," she sarcastically remarked. "Your mom hates Edward, his dad hates you... hate makes the world go round."

So people asked for Edward's point of view and I gave it! So what do you think? Anything that I need to address? You all are lovely reviewers, and after twelve chapters, there are already so many of you taking the time to read this story and put it on your favorites & alerts! I have my exams now, but I'll be back soon!

xx Scarlett