Author's Note: I'm sorry...I don't like this story anymore...that's why I had left it...but I saw that people still favorite it and thought I should give you all a closure.

Edward,

I think it is finally the time you know the truth. I fulfilled my promise to you...I remained your slave for as long as I lived. I lied, but only by omission...I had a terminal illness when I came to you.

Do you remember that night when you had proposed me and dropped me home? That night Charlie had made a bargain with me. Me being married off to Jacob, in return of a large sum of money to Charlie or your death. I did not believe him at first but you know Charlie and how dangerous he was. The accidents started from that day...your car brakes, the parachute incident, the bike incident...everything was done by him. I saw one of his friends grinning creepily at me each time. I finally gave in.

I tried very hard to make you hate me. Your love however was too hard to dissolve. You kept forgiving everything and the incidents kept going more and more dangerous. That was when Charlie came to my room with his goons. They had brought me hand of a dead man and said it was yours and they...touched me with it...raped me with it. Then they laughed and said that the next time...it will actually be your hand or maybe more. I was desperate and I discovered I was pregnant. I knew how much you cared for a baby. I knew it was the perfect way of growing your hatred...just be cruel to the unborn child. It was fuel enough to make you to start disliking me...but you still did not hate me. That's when Jasper came in from Phoenix. I used him...knowing he was your brother. I had to. He was already broken. I gained his trust and love and then destroyed him further...and then...used him as a slave. I remember your face that day. I remember how broken he was and I saw the hatred in your eyes that day. I sighed in relief.

Jacob had demanded this of my father in return of cash to satisfy his hatred against you and your family. He demanded me because he had some twisted fascination of me since we were both children. He at least kept me with care even though he didn't stop sleeping with others. He always said that he could still see you in my heart through my eyes.

I know I have myself incurred your hatred on me with the best of my ability...and you have every right to continue hating me...but please...forgive my daughter for being a black. Please...accept her, treat her, love her if you have even a shard of love left for me.

Forever been yours,

Isabella Marie Cullen

It has been two years since my return from the two day trip during which Bella died. She was right...I could not stop hating what she did even now, but I have forgiven her enough to accept little Renesmee...the sweet angel that she is. Bella did not know that I knew Jacob was incapable of becoming a father and that Renesmee could only be Jasper's child. That's why she was born eight months into her marriage and nine months after I had caught her with Jasper.

I try my best to remember the Bella that I loved these days. It is improving my memories of her. It is helping me move on. I hope I do move on. Someday.

THE END