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BPOV

Name: Isabella Swan

Age: 18

About: …

My mind was blank. What am I supposed to say? I had looked at some people's profiles and their 'About' boxes were filled with prices and demands. I stared transfixed at the screen, willing myself to fill it out, asking kindly if they paid my tuition, of course in return for my virginity, I mentally cringed.

It encouraged me to upload a photo, saying it maximised your chances. Exhaling I chose an innocent picture of myself that Alice had taken a couple of months ago, on the beach, I looked happy and carefree.

I saved my profile and quickly shut my computer down, determined not to think of it any longer, I busied myself with cleaning and setting out an appetising meal for Charlie when he got home.

"Bella, what's all this about?" Charlie asked suspiciously. Oh, why dad did you have to pay attention now? I felt the redness fill my cheeks and quickly dropped my head before he could see.

"Can't I make a decent meal for my old man? I just don't know when I will be able to do this for you again." I whispered. He hated anything involving tears and knew he'd be keen to keep the conversation light.

"Come on kiddo, you'll only be up the road. You can come down and cook for me anytime you want, I certainly don't mind." He chuckled. I plastered a smile on my face, wishing desperately that won't be the case. I loved Charlie and cooking for him but I couldn't be here, this wasn't me. Forks wasn't me.

I scurried up to bed claiming I had a headache. Softly locking my door behind me, I walked slowly towards my computer. Turning it on and waiting patiently I started to fiddle with my thumbs nervously, what if no one wanted me? What if someone wanted me and they turned out to be a serial killer or some sex maniac who wanted to tie me up and beat me.

A shiver ran down my spine, my hands shaking as I clicked on the browser, bringing up the page. DING! Jumping, I quickly scanned the screen. 8 messages, already?

I scrolled through them and flinched.

Mm you naughty school girl, you want daddy to pay your tuition?

Baby your so sexy, you make me so hard.

Then I came across one, it wasn't explicit or offensive.

Isabella,

I can remember my college years, very exciting and educational, though that was some years ago, I am interested in getting to know you a little more, before discussing some sort of arrangement. But before you tell me a bit about yourself let me go first.

Hello, I'm Edward Cullen. I'm 32 years old and I run a multi-billion-dollar company. I'm also single. My family and closest friends are intent on finding me 'the one' and it's very bothersome. That's where you come in. I would gladly pay your tuition Isabella, but of course, I need you to do something for me. Become my wife.

Yours

Edward Cullen, CEO of Cullen Enterprise