Edward never came back. Seven years later, Bella is a tough, heartless corporate girl in New York City. She has taken down many businesses and never lost. Now, she is about to take down C-CORP. Who is the mysterious owner? Who is "C"? She will find out, and she will destroy him. Who is the monster now? Can she be saved? The story is done. I will update everyday! THIS IS IT GUYS! THE LAST CHAPTER AND EPILOGUE! (SNIFF)
16. EPILOGUE - BEGINNING
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EPILOGUE - BEGINNING
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Three days later I awoke to ice cold lips pressing on my stomach. I was smiling before my eyes even opened. I looked down at him and ran my fingers through his hair.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled into my skin. "But I just couldn't wait any longer for you to wake up."
I smiled as I pulled him up to my lips. "You did keep me up the whole night, but all is forgiven."
He laid his ice cold body completely over my own and I shuddered with complete joy.
"Mrs. Cullen," he purred.
"Yes, Mr. Cullen," I breathed.
"So far this marriage thing is pretty amazing," he smiled as his lips lightly pressed on mine.
My fingers ran up his marble back and he sighed. "Amazing doesn't quite cover it," I breathed out. I bit his bottom lip softly and then ran my tongue over his mouth.
His eyes lit up like fire as he pulled back slightly. His voice was disapproving. "You have to be just a little bit good until you're unbreakable."
I pouted. "The trips we take to Florida and Forks, they don't have to be really, really long, do they?"
He rested his forehead on mine and breathed out hard. He shook his head and said deeply, "If we didn't have something very important to do here in the City today, I would be tempted to race you back to Carlisle right now."
"We don't need Carlisle," I whispered.
"True," he smiled his crooked smile for a moment, and then his eyes clouded over a bit. "Still, I would like to have him close by, just in case."
I looked at the clock. "I don't need to get ready for an hour yet."
He smiled and ran his lips across my collarbone. Then his cold lips began traveling up to my mouth. His kisses made me forget my name.
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A little over an hour later, we walked out into the cold December morning. Edward was holding onto my gloved hand as we walked. We both instinctively looked up to check the sky. Thick clouds hovered just above the Manhattan skyline, and we both looked at each other and smiled.
Edward hailed a cab and we were soon traveling East, towards Staten Island. I could see the Statue of Liberty far out in the harbor long before the taxi reached the shore.
We stood in line for the Staten Island Ferry trying to stay inconspicuous. I looked around warily just in case either one of them were early. The crowded ferry docked just a few hundred yards from the Statue of Liberty, and we made our way down the pier, crunching on fresh snow as we walked towards the large green statue. But instead of making our way into the heated visitor's center like everyone else, we ducked into a grove of trees just to the left of the building.
I was blowing into my hands to keep warm and Edward moved farther away from me, not wanting me to catch the chill off his skin. I wasn't having any of that. I pulled him closer to me and just the thrill of feeling his cold lips on my cheek sent electricity racing through my body that warmed me instantly. I was nestling my face into his chest when his head suddenly darted to the side and he said, "Thomas is coming."
The ferry was still some distance out, but I knew that Edward could already hear his mind.
"He's wondering who is supposed to meet him here," Edward said with his eyes closed, concentrating. "He is still very hurt and saddened over losing you." Edward's arms instinctively wrapped tighter around me. He opened his eyes and placed his hands on each side of my face. His eyes were like jewels. "I don't know what I'd do if you said good-bye to me."
I gazed back and said, "You would probably shut everyone out and work for a high power investment firm in New York City, and strike fear into everyone you cut off at the knees."
He chuckled as his lips grazed across my forehead. "That's sounds pretty bad," he teased.
My thoughts traveled back to Vaughn. I wish I could have explained that I never should have dated him in the first place. It was my fault. I knew I was never going to love anyone but Edward, but I had selfishly tried to make a life for myself anyway.
Now, two days later, I was attempting to make things as right as I could. I remembered our conversation in the carriage that night, and the girl he said he couldn't forget.
The ferry was docking and it wasn't long before we saw Vaughn come walking down the pier. He looked a little confused, and a little embarrassed. Edward and I backed farther into the trees. Five minutes later, Edward alerted me that the next ferry was approaching.
"She's on the boat," Edward smiled.
I jumped up and down clapping my hands.
Ten minutes later, we were scrutinizing every person who came off the ferry. Suddenly Edward said, "There she is."
I peeked around his arm, and then took a step forward to get a closer look. A woman in her mid twenties walked hesitantly down the sidewalk. She held her coat tightly around her in more of a self conscious gesture than anything else.
The first thing I noticed was that she was tall and slender. She had beautiful long dark hair that fell in soft curls around her face, and high cheekbones that were red from the cold. Her eyes were large and almond shaped and as she came closer I saw that they were dark green.
"She's very pretty!" I whispered.
Edward seemed to look at her appraisingly. "Not as breathtaking as the girl he just lost, but she'll do."
I looked sideways at him as I said, "Good answer."
Vaughn had been examining the crowd that came off the ferry, and when he saw her, I watched his eyes widen in surprise. A large smile spread across his chiseled face.
"Kristin, is that you?" His face showed shock and unbelief. He walked quickly to her and she looked up at him and tilted her head in confusion, and then suddenly her face brightened with recognition.
"Thomas Vaughn . . . from Rockmont High School, right?"
Thomas' easy smile spread across his face. "Yes, that's right." He looked around and said, "What are you doing here?"
She looked at him sheepishly. "Well, I got this invitation, on really nice paper I might add, to come here at 11:00 on December 5th. I have no idea why." She shrugged her shoulders and smiled at him.
He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out an envelope. He pulled out the paper inside of it and said, "Did it look like this?"
She took it from him and looked at it for a moment and blinked in surprise.
"Exactly like this," she replied suspiciously.
She looked up at him and asked, "Did you do this?"
He was shaking his head before she finished. "No!" He said emphatically. "I swear I had nothing to do with this." He swallowed hard and said, "But I hope someday I get the chance to thank the person that did."
They stared at each other for a long moment and then Kristin said, "You know, every once in a while your face just pops into my head, and I have often wondered what happened to you."
His eyes never left her face as he took a deep breath and said, "I know just what you mean."
"Are you still playing football?" She asked.
"Funny you should ask that," he chuckled and then said, "Would you like to talk about it over coffee?"
Her smile showed perfect rows of white teeth as she nodded her head and said, "Yes, I would love that."
Edward and I watched them walk back to the Ferry together.
"Well," Edward sighed. "If this first meeting has any bearing on their future, I predict from the thoughts that were charging through their heads that they are going to be very happy together."
I raised my fist in the air and said, "Yes!"
We waited inside for the next ferry, and then hailed a taxi for my apartment. When we began driving, I looked at Edward and groaned. "Alice is going to have a huge party waiting for us when we get there, isn't she?"
His smile was bright. "There would have been no living with her if I hadn't given in. She is beside herself that she didn't get to throw the wedding of the century." He laughed deeply. "She may never forgive you for the fact that Michael Simmons got to be your maid of honor."
I groaned again.
"The party with your family, then we stop in Florida and Forks to break the news and then a three day meeting with Carlisle, then we're off . . . somewhere . . . just the two of us, right?" I looked at him expectantly.
"Whatever you want, Mrs. Cullen." His velvet voice was so gentle and warm.
"Say it again," I whispered.
"Mrs. Cullen," he purred. His lips were on mine as he spoke.
"I'm glad that we're going to Forks," he said. "There are a few things I need to get from your floorboards."
I pulled back with a very confused look on my face.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
His gave me his crooked smile, and my heart skipped three beats, and started again. "I'll tell you when we get there," he whispered into my neck.
The taxi was passing through Wall street. I laid my head on his shoulder and said, "Edward, I never thanked you for something."
He tilted his head down to look at my face, "What?" He asked.
"For loving me, all this time . . . for seeing past the monster I was through all those meetings. For knowing that there was something of worth deep inside of me."
He turned so that he was facing me and I looked up into his eyes. I heard a deep ancient sigh escape from his lips and his fingers brushed my cheek. "Oh, Bella." He swallowed hard. "I have wanted to thank you for the same thing ever since the night I first heard you say my name."
His kiss was so soft and gentle, yet it held so much emotion and love. This was too much. Too much happiness. Too much joy. Too much bliss.
When our lips parted, he whispered, "You have no idea how much more beautiful you are now than when you were eighteen. You take my breath away."
We reached the apartment and when we got in the lobby he said, "You know, we don't have to leave for the airport for another two hours."
Before I could blink, Edward's lips were at my jaw running back and forth.
"We could play a game of Scrabble," I offered breathlessly.
He laughed, and it sounded like music. "That's not the game I was thinking of," his lips were behind my ear.
The elevator door opened and I ran into it as I yelled, "Race you!"
He stood watching the doors close with a smug look on his face. I knew this was a race he would win, and this time, I didn't care one bit.
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