Arranged Mafia Marriage Chapter 1 BPOV I Feel Like I Am Always Running from Someone

Arranged Mafia Marriage Chapter 1 BPOV I feel like I am always running from someone. I can feel their eyes watching me. My name is Bella Swan; I am 16 years old and a sophomore in high school. My father is Charlie Swan is Mafia lord and his best friend Carlisle Cullen is his partner in crime who I have heard a lot about over the years. My mother is Renee Swan she is definitely one the sweetest mother's in the world but she can be your worst nightmare if you get on her bad side. I have four older siblings Sam, Jacob, Rose, and Alice. I am the baby of the family which also means I get the most unwanted attention and my siblings have a hard time accepting that I'm not a little girl anymore, I am almost an adult. My ex-boyfriend Chris was murdered when I was 15 years old. He was definitely the sweetest boyfriend you could have, I loved him and wanted to marry him in the future, but that will never happen with him. Many people want me for my families' money, but he wanted me for who I was. The mafia life is what I grew up with living in New York; I learned you can't trust anyone outside of the family except for the Cullen's. I also didn't trust people because of what I had dealt with the past sixteen years. Which brings me here in Chicago at Mr. Cullen's house, my father announced to me last week that I was arranged to be married to Mr. Cullen's son, Edward. He was the same age as me and Mr. Cullen's only child. My father had sent me out to live here in Chicago with the Cullen's and get to know Edward two years before we were to become official as husband and wife. I just hope that my parents made the right decision for me. EPOV I know there is a big secret that my parents are hiding from me but they won't tell me. I hate all these secrets and lies. I just wish they would tell me the damn truth. My name is Edward Anthony Mason Cullen. My parents had combined their last names together. I loved my parents to death, even though we get into occasional disagreements at times or when they are not being very discreet about their son being home while they have sex. It's just plain horrifying to witness that. My mother Esme was a very loving person, she did almost everything for me as for my father I never really saw him. Although he does love my mom he was always working in his damn study never really giving my mom or me the time of day unless he wasn't very stressed. He was always dressed in Armani suits and was very cryptic with people. Guards were around the house, inside, along with cameras in every corner. I would ask him what his job was and he would always reply "Now is not the time." What kid doesn't know what their father does for a living especially with the fortunate lifestyle we have? I have two best friends and partners in crime named Emmett McCarthy and Jasper Whitlock. We were our own group at the St. Vincent's High School. Nobody dared to talk to us unless you didn't know the rules or wanted to get physically hurt. We often got in fist fights at school but I never got in trouble only if I lost a fight, which never happened. My father was able to persuade the principle into not getting me suspended how I have no idea. I have never had a girlfriend, but sadly I wished I have. There just weren't any girls from where I am from that actually cared about me no all they cared about was money, power, and getting into my pants but I wasn't the type to do that. I wanted something real like my parents, now that was real love. My father always told me the day I became a man would be the day I learned the truth. He also said that I can learn what his job is after that happens. I just hope that day comes soon. Chapter 2 BPOV The flight to Chicago was bumpy, and I really wasn't in the mood to meet with Mr. Cullen, but my dad insisted on me meeting with him and his family, so being the dutiful mafia princess, I obliged. The driver was waiting by the baggage claim holding up a sign with my name on it. I quickly walked over to him; he took my luggage and greeted me very nicely. He helped me into the black limo and shut the door. Luckily, the drive wasn't too long to get to Mr. Cullen's house. They lived in a private area near the forest. A few minutes later, the driver pulled up to this big brown iron gate. The driver pushed on the intercom waiting for someone to answer. I was tired and in need of freshening up. "Hello," said the voice. "Miss Swan is here, may you be so kindly and open the gates?" said the driver. "Of course," said the voice behind the box. The big gates opened and we proceeded to drive forward. It was a very long and windy driveway with a big long waterfall in the center. It would have looked like a pool if it weren't shooting water up in the air. The house was very big like mine except it was a three story with stairs on both sides of the house leading up to the main floor. The driveway was black concrete with a swirl design. Once we parked in the very front of the house there was an older man dressed in a black suit who rushed up to my door before I could even open the door. He was a short man, probably around the age of fifty, his hair black with hints of grey around the edges. His face clear of any facial hair, his skin was russet colored, and then my eyes met his warm dark brown ones. "Hello Miss Swan my name is Mr. Black," he said. "Welcome to the Cullen's household, if you need anything I will be at your service." I shook his proffered hand, grateful for a friendly place since I was so far from home. "Hello Mr. Black my name is Isabella Swan but please call me Bella." I said, smiling. Mr. Black seemed to be warm and inviting. "As you say," he said smiling. He went to the back of the car, opening the trunk, and pulling out my luggage. "Right this way Bella." he said directing me as we walked up the stairs into the house. I paused at the top of the stairs, looking at the ornate door in front of me. I took in a deep breath, taking in the surroundings. Mr. Cullen definitely wasted no expense in his house. It was over the top but yet it was gorgeous and so warm and inviting. I was brought out of my reverie when Mr. Black cleared his throat to get my attention. Mr. Black brought me up to the very top floor of the house I took a couple glances from side to side to see the other wooden doors shut. Once we got to the third story we stopped in front of the only door there was and Mr. Black opened the door for me. It was clearly someone's bedroom but it was beautiful. In the center of the room was a king sized bed, which was neatly made with pristine white sheets, offset by an arrangement of gold pillows. The bed was flanked by two large windows with a beautiful view of the forest. It reminded me of the view at home in New York. To the left of the bed was a fireplace and T.V. It was so simple and plain yet it wasn't, it really fit the mood of the room and the of course the view outside. "This is Mr. Edward's room you will also be staying with him," Mr. Black informed me. "Okay," I said, nodding my head looking around. That seemed a little strange to be rooming with a boy at my age, I am sure my brothers and father would strangle this poor Edward if he tried anything not to mention I was a bit uncomfortable not knowing who he was. I guess I would just have to get over it. I walked over to my bags that now lay on the bed and started unpacking. He showed me the big walk in closet. The floors were black wood, and the dresser was in the center was a dark cherry wood with a white marble counter and a seat on the left side. There were also two white plush chairs on the left side with a glass table; there were a couple of textbooks it looked like and a vase of flowers. I'm sure from what I had heard Mrs. Cullen put the flowers there. Edward must have cleared some space on the right side of the closet for me, which was fabulous. I needed a place for all my own stuff. It was very clean and organized in here. Once my things were neatly placed where they belonged, Mr.

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