Description: Twilight does NOT belong to me. This story is inspired from the show "Sunny Happiness". I don't own that one either.

Thanks so much to my Beta Ankita Kaul 3

Chapter 1

Life is so big…and the thing that keeps it running…is our little heart. The world is so big…and what makes a small world here only for us…is our heart. When it gets stubborn, even our brain doesn't work. When it melts, it loses control over itself. If the heart beats, then we count that person as alive. And the purpose of living is the person…for whom this heart beats. People say the brain controls the body, but sometimes this tiny little heart…makes our brain weak. The two and half words of 'I LOVE YOU' make this heart useless. And when this heart gets betrayed, it shatters into a thousand little pieces. But still that damn bastard just doesn't stop beating. Our tiny heart!

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"Bella? Do you like the view from up here?" Edward asks suddenly as he looks at the view with a small smile on his face.

"I love it, Edward. It's beautiful!" I gush over it with a wide smile, almost bouncing on my heels.

Edward chuckles at that. "I'm glad. I bought this apartment for you. When you'll get home after a long day's work, you can sit here in this balcony with a beer and look at the view and rest your body and mind." he adds with a pleased smile.

"I…I don't understand…what…are you…?" the feeling of dread in my gut lets me know that whatever he's going to say next will hurt like hell.

"After we get divorced, I want to have the peace of mind knowing that you're safe and secure and happy." he explains softly as I feel those traitorous tears filling my eyes. But I'm not alone. His eyes have them too. He doesn't stop them from flowing down his cheeks.

"You shouldn't have…wasted so much money…I would have been fine…" I reply softly as tears stream down my face.

"I…I…" he sniffs. He can't get the words out, I understand. Before I can blink, he pulls me into his arms and hugs me tightly to him "Why? Why can't we just…stay? We can tear those papers and act like they never existed…like we never signed those papers." he whimpers making me sob harder.

"But…but what about Anthony? And Tanya?" I ask, gripping his back tightly with no intention of letting go.

He pulls back and shakes me by my shoulders "And what about you? What about us? What about our…baby?" he cries out, desperately. I don't know what more to say to him…I have no answers for his questions. I can only think of one thing. I pull him into my arms and bury my head in his neck. He clings to me like he's grasping onto a lifeline…It's like that is what I am to him…his lifeline.

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I know, you must be wondering what's going on here. From the situation up there, I'm sure you've figured out that Edward is my legal husband and I, Isabella Marie, am his legal wife. It has only been two months since we were married. But unlike any normal story, where this should have been a love story, in reality it was anything but.

It all started one morning three months ago, when I met Edward Cullen for the first time. It was raining that morning. I was on my way to work on my bicycle, when I noticed an old woman in the middle of the road gathering oranges that had fallen down. I stopped to help her. I was almost done picking all the oranges up when I noticed something from the corner of my eye. I quickly turned to see a car coming towards me at full speed. Before I could react, the car swerved a little, missing me and hitting my bicycle instead. The car stopped. I exhaled loudly, trying to calm my wildly beating heart, when he came out of his car.

We then argued about whose fault it was for a while, and during that I may have…torn his suit jacket. He just huffed in disbelief. After he bought me a new bicycle, he told me in no uncertain terms that I couldn't afford to replace his ruined jacket; then he left. I thought we would never meet again. But it turned out that he was my new boss. He was the new owner of the hotel where I work as a cleaning maid. We met again that same day, argued again and I got humiliated again. He was so damn arrogant and conceited that I don't even have enough words to describe it.

Oh did I mention that Mr. Arrogant Cullen has OCD? I didn't? Well he did. So when I was appointed to clean his office in the hotel, I was lectured on cleaning and how my cleaning was just passable, and of course, we argued again. I have been the best cleaning employee at this hotel for the last three years after all. He said he'd be the judge of that. The cheek of him!

It continued like that for next 15 to 20 days. In between, he accused me of having a crush on him and I didn't delay in telling him in no uncertain terms that even if he was the last guy on earth, I wouldn't fall in love with him. I didn't know at the time that I had unknowingly lied to him.

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A few days later, I found out that he had bought the hospital where my dad was getting free medical attention. It used to be a free hospital but Mr. Edward ass Cullen decided to turn it into a normal bill-paying one. I didn't have the money to pay for all of Dad's bills, so I requested for some extra time to gather money for my father's bill. But he not only insulted me, he gave me only 10 days to gather the money. I argued with him, but to no avail. Finally, without giving in my resignation, I decided to stop working as a protest.

When I informed my dad about all this, he asked me to reach out to one of his friends in California for a loan. With hope in my heart, I traveled to California. Reaching the hotel, I discovered that he was there checking in too. We both were quite shocked and surprised to see each other. That evening I saw him arguing with a woman. I didn't bother to check what that was about, and was waiting in front of the elevator when he joined me. I could tell that he wasn't in a good mood, so I didn't initiate conversation.

"What are you doing in California? I thought you were going to try to gather money for your dad's bill?" he asked after we entered the elevator.

"Not that it's any of your business, but one of my dad's friends stays here. I'm here to ask him for a loan. He'll be back tomorrow noon from his vacation and then we'll discuss the matter. I'll pay your money before the 10 days are up," I replied confidently.

He gave me an honest to god smile and said, "Good luck." And he left to walk to his room, which was, strangely enough, opposite mine. When I asked him about it, he replied that he didn't like those who waste money just because they have it. That day for the first time…I respected him.

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The next day when I had the meeting with dad's friend, all my hope was shattered. He couldn't help us even though he wanted to. His business had suffered a huge loss the previous month, so he had no extra savings left to help us. I felt like the earth had been snatched away from under my feet. I sat in the garden of the hotel thinking of how I could possibly face my father with this news. I felt so helpless and ashamed that I couldn't fulfill my daughterly duties. When my dad needed me the most, I couldn't help him.

I started sobbing before I even knew it. I was wiping my tears away when I saw the handkerchief in front of me. I looked up to find Mr. Cullen standing in front of me with a worried expression. "What made the bravest girl I know break down like this?" he asked softly. I kept gaping at him. He thought I was the bravest girl? "From your tears, I'm guessing you didn't get any help?" he asked, sighing a bit.

I just shook my head in answer. "You won. I couldn't get the money." My voice broke as I accepted defeat. I got up to leave, but he stopped me.

"What if I pay his bills and get the best therapists and doctors for him?" he asked suddenly.

I was confused about his motives. "Why would you do that?" I asked. He just kept looking at me. Realization dawned after a few moments. "You want something in return… what is it?" I asked, feeling scared of the unknown.

"You have to marry me," he said, with finality in his voice.

I thought he was kidding but then he explained the situation to me in detail. He told me that 9 years ago when he was in college, he had married his girlfriend. They were happily in love. But Tanya, his now Ex-wife, wanted to be an anchorwoman. When she accidently became pregnant, she wanted to abort the baby but Edward wanted her to keep it. Edward tried to convince her against it, but Tanya asked him to sign the abortion agreement papers.

With a breaking heart Edward signed the papers, left California and returned to Seattle to take over his family business. A few days later, Tanya served him with divorce papers. They never contacted each other after that. A few days ago, Edward met Tanya with a little boy, who had copper hair and green eyes like him. Upon confronting her, Tanya revealed that she couldn't get an abortion. As a punishment she told the kid that his father was dead, and didn't inform Edward about his birth either. Anthony, Edward's son, was super happy when he found out that his father was alive.

Now Edward wants custody of his son. But there is one problem—he had signed those abortion papers, and Tanya single handedly raised their son for all these years. Edward's lawyer finally suggested that he should get married. Tanya is a single mom and she never told anyone that Anthony was her son. In fact, everyone thinks he is her nephew. If Edward gets married and can provide the child with a family-friendly environment where there is a mother figure and a father figure, then he has a better chance of getting custody.

And that's where I come in. Edward needs to get a wife in a few days and he doesn't trust anyone else to not take advantage of his situation. Since I have something to gain that Edward can provide easily, he wants me to be his wife. He assured me that even though we'll legally be husband and wife, in reality nothing needs to change. Our marriage will only last for one year. After that I'm free to do whatever I want.

I asked for time. He gave me 12 hours to think about it. My dad had an accident three months ago. The bones of his hips and legs had been shattered badly, and he needed long-term physiotherapy to get on his feet again. If I agreed to the marriage, my dad could get those treatments. After thinking about the pros and cons, I gave Edward my agreement.

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The next day at 4 pm, with his lawyer and lawyer's assistant as our witnesses, we got married and thus, I officially became Mrs. Isabella Marie Cullen.

A/N: Thanks to all of you for reading my new story.

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