Mail Order Bride
Disclaimer: Twilight is owned by Stephanie
Meyer. No copyright infringement is meant. I am using the characters for
enjoyment purposes only.
Disclaimer: This fic is rated "M" for language,
violence, and sexual situations. If you are under 18, SCRAM! It is not my job to
police you. If you don't like what you are reading, STOP!
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Chapter 3
Summer dragged by. Bella was ready to pull her hair out by the roots.
Apparently, word had gotten around about Tyler's incident with the Swan
brothers. So, now, NO boys came to call. Not that it bothered her
brothers any. They actually seemed to enjoy making her life miserable!
Her father wasn't much better. After he heard about what happened, the
laughing fits had started all over again. Bella had run up to her room, before
any of them could see her tears fall. Didn't they realize how miserable
she was?
Rosalie and Leah had tried to cheer her up by taking her shopping. Bella
HATED shopping! They loaded her arms with things she neither wanted nor
needed. The jabs continued when she arrived back home with said items.
Her eyes misted thinking about it again….
"Geez, Bella! Is there anything left in the store?" Jacob teased.
"Who are you going to wear all of that for? Us?" chimed in Mike.
Emmett, who blessedly had been silent, piped in. "Yeah, because we've scared
all the boys away!" He and Jacob grinned wickedly at that statement.
Bella had turned around angrily. "Yes, you have, you oversized oof! Are you
happy now? Is this what you wanted? Don't I deserve to be happy? You all are!
Why am I so different?"
She had then ran to her room, hiding herself away. The one thing that stuck
in her mind as she ran away was the silence that had descended into the room.
Finally, she had found a way to shut them up!
Shaking herself out of the memory, Bella strolled toward the general store. A
hard candy sounded heavenly right now. As she entered the store, the Chicago
Press caught her eye. Mr. Banner, the shop owner, thought it was a fine idea
having a paper from so far away. Unfortunately, by the time the paper got to the
shop, it was also a month old. Bella always took a peek at it, though. They had
some interesting stories in them.
Picking one up, she looked through it quietly. Suddenly, she froze. Here was
her answer. A chance at freedom. On the last page, an advertisement jumped out
at her.
WANTED: A BRIDE
Need a healthy, young woman as a wife
for a widower with a young daughter.
Must be able to care for a home and cook.
Any interest party,
Please reply to:
Alice Cullen
Chicago, Illinois
Bella stared at the advertisement. Could she do that? She could certainly
take care of a home and cook. And, she did love children. Not much else to go on
though. Was this widower young or old? He has a young daughter, so he couldn't
be too old, could he? Gripping the paper, she walked to the counter.
Mr. Banner smiled at her. "Hello, Miss Swan. I hear your brothers have been
into mischief again," he chuckled.
"Yes, at my expense." Bella thought. She tried to hand him a coin for
the paper, but Mr. Banner refused.
"Please, just take it. No one else really seems interested in them. I am
thinking of cancelling my order with them," Mr. Banner said.
"Thank you Mr. Banner," Bella said, hurrying back outside, the candy
forgotten.
Was it fate that made me pick up this particular paper on this particular
day?
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Disclaimer: Twilight is owned by Stephanie
Meyer. No copyright infringement is meant. I am using the characters for
enjoyment purposes only.
Disclaimer: This fic is rated "M" for language,
violence, and sexual situations. If you are under 18, SCRAM! It is not my job to
police you. If you don't like what you are reading, STOP!
#--------
Chapter 3
Summer dragged by. Bella was ready to pull her hair out by the roots.
Apparently, word had gotten around about Tyler's incident with the Swan
brothers. So, now, NO boys came to call. Not that it bothered her
brothers any. They actually seemed to enjoy making her life miserable!
Her father wasn't much better. After he heard about what happened, the
laughing fits had started all over again. Bella had run up to her room, before
any of them could see her tears fall. Didn't they realize how miserable
she was?
Rosalie and Leah had tried to cheer her up by taking her shopping. Bella
HATED shopping! They loaded her arms with things she neither wanted nor
needed. The jabs continued when she arrived back home with said items.
Her eyes misted thinking about it again….
"Geez, Bella! Is there anything left in the store?" Jacob teased.
"Who are you going to wear all of that for? Us?" chimed in Mike.
Emmett, who blessedly had been silent, piped in. "Yeah, because we've scared
all the boys away!" He and Jacob grinned wickedly at that statement.
Bella had turned around angrily. "Yes, you have, you oversized oof! Are you
happy now? Is this what you wanted? Don't I deserve to be happy? You all are!
Why am I so different?"
She had then ran to her room, hiding herself away. The one thing that stuck
in her mind as she ran away was the silence that had descended into the room.
Finally, she had found a way to shut them up!
Shaking herself out of the memory, Bella strolled toward the general store. A
hard candy sounded heavenly right now. As she entered the store, the Chicago
Press caught her eye. Mr. Banner, the shop owner, thought it was a fine idea
having a paper from so far away. Unfortunately, by the time the paper got to the
shop, it was also a month old. Bella always took a peek at it, though. They had
some interesting stories in them.
Picking one up, she looked through it quietly. Suddenly, she froze. Here was
her answer. A chance at freedom. On the last page, an advertisement jumped out
at her.
WANTED: A BRIDE
Need a healthy, young woman as a wife
for a widower with a young daughter.
Must be able to care for a home and cook.
Any interest party,
Please reply to:
Alice Cullen
Chicago, Illinois
Bella stared at the advertisement. Could she do that? She could certainly
take care of a home and cook. And, she did love children. Not much else to go on
though. Was this widower young or old? He has a young daughter, so he couldn't
be too old, could he? Gripping the paper, she walked to the counter.
Mr. Banner smiled at her. "Hello, Miss Swan. I hear your brothers have been
into mischief again," he chuckled.
"Yes, at my expense." Bella thought. She tried to hand him a coin for
the paper, but Mr. Banner refused.
"Please, just take it. No one else really seems interested in them. I am
thinking of cancelling my order with them," Mr. Banner said.
"Thank you Mr. Banner," Bella said, hurrying back outside, the candy
forgotten.
Was it fate that made me pick up this particular paper on this particular
day?
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