Twilight and all related characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. I also realize that the idea for this story is not very original, and though I have not read another like it, I am sure there is one out there. Please do not be offended if your story and mine share a similar plot line, it was in no way my intent.

Greetings readers! This is my newest attempt at this crazy fanfiction writing stuff. To all my readers from other stories, welcome back! To new readers, its great to meet you! I hope you all enjoy my newest brainchild, this little story that came to me one day and demanded to be written! So please, read on!

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far far away, there lived a happy family that went by the name of Swan. They lived in peace, a mother, a father, and a daughter named Isabella. Though they were not rich, they were not poor. The mother and father doted on their only daughter, buying her dresses and dolls to her heart's content. But Isabella was not spoiled, she was taught by her loving parents the importance of charity and kindness. Isabella began to grow up into a gentle and loving child.

But it was on Isabella's eighth birthday that she realized that not all was well with her perfect family. Her mother and father no longer looked at each other in the way they once had. They no longer smiled in the same room, and they no longer held each other's hand as they walked. One day, as she sat in her room and played with her dolls, she heard loud yelling coming from the parlor of her home. She crept down the stairs to find her father and mother fighting with each other. To young to understand the seriousness of the situation, she walked into the room and asked what was wrong.

It was at this time that her mother gathered her into her arms and swept her back upstairs. She packed their bags and walked outside to the stables with Isabella in tow. Placing their bags into a compartment of the carriage, the father tried to reason with the mother, but the mother simply stated,

"Just let me go." And she placed her daughter into the stagecoach. They drove away, leaving the father in the road. Isabella looked out the back window, and watched her father become smaller and smaller, until he was no longer visible to her.

The mother had made arrangements for herself and her daughter, and they lived comfortably for some time. When Isabella was ten years old, her mother grew very ill. For three years she battled her sickness, Isabella nursing her day and night. But in the end, the loving mother died. Leaving Isabella with only a heart shaped golden locket, and a pile of debts.

So Isabella did the only thing she could think to do. At an age of thirteen, Isabella returned to her father's home. She begged that he take her back, and he welcomed his daughter back with open arms. Yet, the loving father had remarried, and Isabella's new stepmother was not all that her loving mother had been. Her stepmother was cruel and selfish, only marrying the loving father to gain his wealth. She also had two daughters of her own, the same age as Isabella, but Isabella found her new stepsisters to be just as rude and unkind as their mother.

The stepmother tried to convince the loving father that taking Isabella back was the wrong thing to do. She said that Isabella would leave just like her mother, ad take all of the father's money with her. But the father did not listen, and took Isabella back, paid off her debts, and began to dote on her again. The stepmother was not pleased with this, afraid that Isabella would waste all of their money, and take the inheritance away from her own daughters. But she could not do anything while the loving father still watched over sweet Isabella.

This life went on for some time. A stressful balance between Isabella and her new mother was always present. When the girls were all sixteen years old, the loving father grew very ill. Isabella feared the worst, knowing her mother had suffered the same illness for three long years. But the loving father died quickly, no one knew why, and Isabella was left with no real family around her.

The stepmother saw this as her opportunity. She forced Isabella to work for her, and she became no more than a servant. She told Isabella that she was paying off the debts that her father had paid for her. Isabella, the kind and compassionate soul that she was, accepted this fate wholeheartedly. She knew that her father had been very kind to her, and was willing to do this work for her stepmother now. What the stepmother did not say was that the loving father's business had already profited enough to pay her debt five times over.

The stepmother abused her power over Isabella. She gave her more chores than any of the other servants, and the stepsisters made horrible messes on purpose, and then demanded that Isabella clean them. The stepsisters also bought many new clothes with the loving father's money, and the stepmother wasted the money on trivial thing like jewels and chocolates. They did this so quickly that within a year, all the other servants had to be dismissed, and Isabella was all that remained. The business that the loving father had run fell into disrepair. All that the family had left was their house, and the little money the business brought in.

Day in and day out, Isabella labored as she tried to please her stepmother. She was often so covered in soot from the fires that her stepsisters began to call her Cinderella. But it was the cruel stepmother that changed that name to Cinderbella, taunting her in every way she could think of.

So now we see the seventeen year old Isabella, slave and servant to her stepmother, toiling away everyday, enduring the punishment for a crime she has not committed. The taunts of her stepsisters ringing in her ears, the sadness reflected deep within her eyes.

This is where our story begins.