I understand that this is technically a repost but I have changed a lot of things up over the past few weeks so it would be recommended that you reread the whole thing over again as a lot of the minor details have been changed up a little to make it flow better.

The chapter are going to be a little bit shorter but I will be posting every three days and as of this moment I already have 18 chapters finished up so the posting schedule should stick even through the holidays. I hope you like the new and improved version of this story. The chapters are roughly between 2k and 3k words.

I will not be writing anymore lengthy A/N's unless a review or message needs to be addressed because I want this story to be about the story and not about my life and what is going on in it because frankly we all have things that happen in our lives.

I will not be posting disclaimers at the beginning of each chapter. This one big one should suffice throughout the length of the story.

Disclaimer: These characters do NOT belong to me except for the ones I make up on my own. This setting DOES belong to me. Stephanie Meyers is the creative brain behind these characters, not me, so no copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter 1 (2269)

BPOV

"Baby, are you okay?" Edward asked as he wiped my forehead with a cool damp cloth trying to soothe me the best he could.

I scowled at him. "In no way is that a smart question, Masen." I snapped at him as yet another contraction gripped my stomach causing me to clench my teeth and grip the bed sheets tightly in my hands.

Rosalie and Alice chuckled from the other side of my bed. "Edward, you might want to watch what you say if you want your balls at the end of this." Rosalie quipped as she rubbed my protruding taught stomach soothingly.

"Bella, do you want me to get Ma again?" Alice asked as she patted my hand once I released the sheets.

I nodded and took a few deep calming breaths as I thought about the changes that the past three years had brought upon me. "I think it's time."

Almost four years ago…

A knock on the front door drug me from my lunch that I was scarfing down before going back to work. I had a ranch to run since my father is dying and is unable to run it anymore. I yanked open the front door with a scowl on my face. "Can I help you?" I snapped at the model thin blonde that looked severely out of place in her skin tight jeans, silk top and high heels. If I was anybody else I would be intimidated by her looks alone but this was my house and property.

She blew a bubble with her bubble gum, smacked her lips, and flipped her curled hair over her shoulder before answering me. "Is this the residence of Charles Swan?" She asked snootily.

"Who's asking?" I asked as I braced my hand against the solid wood door of the home I had grown up in.

She rolled her eyes and cocked her hip forward bracing all of her weight on her back foot in an irritated stance. "His daughter. He requested that I show up here today to get my inheritance. I don't know why the bastard would want to give me anything now when he's never gave me anything since I was born." She said angrily.

I laughed and shook my head. "I'm his only child and he is on his deathbed, so this is a very bad time to be playing jokes like this on people." I told her as I slammed the door in her face.

I walked back to my fathers' room intent on getting to the bottom of this story. "Charlie?" I question as I stood beside his bed. He was dying of liver failure from all the drinking he had done over the years.

"What do you want, Isabella?" He snapped at me without even bothering to open his eyes.

I sighed and nudged the side of his bed to further wake him up so that I would have his full attention. He huffed and puffed but finally opened his yellowing eyes and glared at me. I hated to say it but it was kind of poetic justice that he was too weak to slap at me or beat me anymore. I had dealt with that shit all my life, so had my half-brother Jasper.

Our mother had met Charlie when she was a waitress in our small town of Lassiter, Wyoming, Jasper was 8 when they had met and she had quickly become pregnant with me. Unfortunately she died giving birth to me so not only was Charlie stuck raising a baby that he never really wanted but he was also stuck raising Jasper. He never let either of us forget it either.

"There is a woman at the door claiming to be your daughter and that you told her to come here." I told him as I glared at his form lying in the bed.

He sighed. "Yeah, so what?"

I shook my head; just like him never answer anything directly. "Is she your daughter? Did you demand she come here today?" I asked him kicking the side of his bed gently to make sure he was still awake.

He snapped his yellow angry eyes at me and glared at me. "Yes, Isabella, she is my daughter and I did demand her to come today. At least she listens." He said as he rolled over and pulled the blanket back over his head.

I sighed and left the room only to hear voices coming from the kitchen so I headed that way. I was stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the blonde from the front door sitting on my barstool chatting with Esme, our housekeeper and my mother for all intents and purposes. "What's going on, Ma?" I asked Esme as I propped my jean clad form against the counter.

Esme came and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Bella, I would like for you to meet your sister, Rosalie Hale." She said as she gestured towards Rose who was sipping on a cup of coffee.

I sighed and nodded at Rose. "How come I never knew she existed?" I asked Esme as Rosalie and I sized each other up.

Esme sighed. "It wasn't my place to say anything as long as Charlie was alive. Rosalie's mother was Miss Elsie Hale from Las Vegas; Charlie met her while on a cattle convention out there and brought her home. Needless to say that Charlie's lie began to unravel once he got her here and she left about six months after she got here but she was about four months pregnant when she left. She refused to raise her baby around such a man as Charlie." Esme explained.

Rosalie nodded. "Don't feel bad, I didn't know about you either." Rose said with a smirk on her face.

I nodded in understanding. "Why are you here though? Why now?" I questioned as I leaned into Esme for support.

Rosalie shrugged. "I'm not sure, really. My mom received a letter in the mail last week demanding my appearance at this address on this day from my sperm donor. Here I have the letter since you obviously don't believe me." She said as she dug in her huge purse that I hadn't seen when she was at the front door.

"I'm sorry but you wouldn't be the first person showing up here trying to claim to be one of Charlie's illegitimate children." I spat at her as I took the piece of paper she held out to me.

Esme stepped in. "Isabella Swan, you know better than to act like that towards a guest in this house."

I scanned over the legal document from Charlie's attorney, Jason Jenks. It looked real and I knew that J. Jenks was Charlie's lawyer, he had been spending a lot of time locked in the room with Charlie for the past few months.

Dear Miss Hale,

This letter is being sent to you per the orders of your biological father, Charles Swan, requesting your presence. Mr. Swan has requested that you show up on September, 13, 2007 to 13 Swan Lane, Lassiter, Wyoming 98734. This is regarding your inheritance and the death of your father. Please do not dally as he doesn't have long to live.

Sincerely,

Mr. Jason Jenks,

Representation for one Mr. Charles D. Swan

"Okay so apparently you are his daughter and I am your sister." I told her as I handed her the piece of paper back. "It figures he would pick today of all days for you to show up." I told her with a roll of my eyes.

Rosalie nodded. "Oh he's always known I was his daughter but he's just never contacted me, and why is today so special?" She questioned as she stuck the letter back in her mountain of a purse.

I sighed. "It's my 24th birthday and the anniversary of my mother's death." I snapped as I pushed myself off the counter grabbing my hat off the counter where I had put it when I had come inside for lunch. "I've got work to do. Ma, can you please show Little Miss Sunshine here to Charlie so she can find out what he wants?" I asked as I kissed her on the cheek on my way to the back door.

She sighed and nodded. "Sure thing, sweetheart. Give Carlisle a kiss for me." She said as I ducked out the door headed for the barn. Just as I was about to duck inside the barn to saddle up my horse I spotted a car creeping down the driveway. I didn't recognize the car and that was strange since only a handful of people lived down it and they were all family or considered family.

I sighed and headed for the driveway instead of inside the barn. "Bella!" Jasper called when he saw I wasn't heading in the barn.

I stopped and turned around as he jogged up to me with his gangly walk. "What's up?" I asked him when he was within hearing distance.

"Who was the blonde standing on the front porch earlier?" He asked as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and guided us towards the front yard and driveway.

I laughed out loud. "Apparently that is our long lost sister that Charlie decided to bring out here for some inheritance." I told him as we came to a stop at the bottom doorstep to wait on the person to get out of the car that had pulled to a stop in the driveway behind Rosalie's obviously rented car.

"Really? I didn't know Charlie had any more children. Thank god they got away unlike…." His voice trailed off as a pixie like woman climbed from her little dark blue compact Impala.

I laughed because his mouth was gaping as we looked at the small dwarf like woman. She was beautiful and had a kind smile as she walked our way. She had short black hair that was spiked up all over her head in a stylish way and was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans with a canary yellow ruffled top with leather knee high boots over her jeans. "Are you Isabella?" She asked in a perky voice as she approached us.

I nodded. "I am, and you are?" I asked as I nudged Jasper in his ribs to get him to close his mouth since he was openly gaping at what I presumed was another sister.

Alice giggled. "I am Alice Brandon, your sister apparently." She said as she shocked me by pulling me into a hug. She was strong for such a small thing.

I laughed once she released me. "Let me guess. You got a letter from Jason Jenks demanding you be here today at this address?" I said as I linked arms with Jasper to drag him along with me.

She nodded quickly before quirking her head to the side. "How did you know that?"

I laughed and headed back towards the house with her trailing behind us. "Follow me." I told her as I headed us around the house to the main front door instead of the kitchen entrance I had just come out of. "Oh, you are not the only one that got that letter apparently." I told her as I stopped at the bottom of the steps that led up to the beautiful rustic front porch. "Jasper, grab her luggage will you. I have a feeling she will be staying awhile." I told him shocking him out of his trance.

Alice's twinkle laughter echoed around us. "It's in the trunk, sexy; the button is in the glove box." She told him as she tossed him her keys and a face splitting grin.

He chuckled nervously as he caught the keys mid-air. "Yes, ma'am." He said as he tipped his hat to us before going to grab Alice's luggage from her car.

I shook my head at his exaggerated southern drawl that still came out at times. He hadn't lived in Texas since he was five years old but he said that the ladies found the accent sexy. Apparently that was true since Alice nearly swooned at the sound of it.

I cleared my throat to get her attention and she snapped her face to mine with pink tinted cheeks. "Sorry about that. Who is he?" She asked as she fell into step beside me as we slowly ascended the steps onto the wood planked front porch.

"That's my brother, Jasper, and he's single." I informed her as we came to a stop in front of the blood red door that had wrought iron covered glass piece that ran down the middle of the door. I took a deep breath before opening the door to my childhood home.

"Ma!" I called out as I shut the door behind myself as Alice surveyed the living room. It was comfortable and elegant all at the same time. The only thing that stood out amongst all the furniture and decorations was the old ratty recliner that Charlie refused to let us throw out. People had been asking me for years why I didn't move out or get my own house since Charlie and I rarely got along. It was simple. I deserved this house after all the bullshit I had had to put up with over my lifetime. I had done some redecorating and remodeling when Charlie was out of the state at one of his many cattle conventions a few years ago so it didn't look anything like it did when I was a kid.

So...what did you guys think? Not much changed here.