Prologue

"Unconditional (without provisions) just as I am, till death do us part (murder not acceptable), for better or for worse (and it ALWAYS gets worse), now say you love me..."
-Katherine Wolf

Seriously, READ this before everything else, this is the first story that I've ever completed. It's not perfect and I made it without a beta so there was no one to tell me where I was supposed to lead with this. I also made this at the time where I let my imagination lead me to where I can go. So if this story comes off as too out there, impossible or illegal, then it's not the story for you.

I made this story for those who are willing to take the time to think of the "What ifs" in these world. For those who are willing to let go of reality for a moment and just imagine with me for a while. What if your parents are forcing you to marry someone? What if the person who loves you could be that weak (having a woman lead him around for years) before finally having the balls to leave her himself?

I'm not a good writer, in the years I've spent writing, I still consider myself an amateur. There are many ideas running around in my head that sounds good in my head yet looks weird and crazy and impossible – and yes, even laughable – at times when I write it down.

My story is disorganized and my grammar errors are a nightmare. So please, I never said I was good. I posted this online for good criticism, for guidance and those who have something to suggest that could make my idea better. I don't have plans to publish this. I'm just someone who wants others to lead me. I just wanted to share this story to everyone who's willing to experience the impossible with me.

I write my characters in shades of gray. They are not black or white, they may even be weak in your standards. If you can't stand to read these, stop reading at once.

For me, writing is a world where you can create whatever you want, do whatever you want and be whatever you want to be. If you're going to place rules in my story, call it childish or ungrown up or whatever, then it's not for you.

THANK YOU.

Preface

Reason One: He allowed this ridiculous marriage to happen

Bella's POV

Every girl always dreams of a perfect wedding. From the perfect proposal (if you prefer the beach type or the "Oh Romeo, sweep me off my feet and take me somewhere just the two of us will be" type of proposal) to the wedding details; the place where you'll want it: church, underwater, or while rappelling off a mountain or… or even in a library if you're that kind of person.

There are the two turtledoves, the whispered "I Love You" and the final sweet "I Do." If you're lucky, your wedding will happen exactly as you pictured it but unfortunately for me, I was never born lucky...

"Do you Isabella Marie Swan, promise to take Edward Cullen as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, for better or for worse till death do you part?" the priest was asking me.

I gulped. Is there a way for me to say no without sounding too obvious? Is it too late to back out, for goodness' sake?

I sneak a look at my parents who were looking at me with their eyes narrowed. Obviously, there's no way out. No. Freaking. Way.

"I...uh..." My throat felt dry. "Do?" My answer came out as a question, but the priest still accepted it and turned to him.

"And do you Edward Cullen, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, for better or for worse till death do you part?"

Say no!I thought, sending out waves of persuasion to him, Say no, you idiot! If you know what's good for you, you're going to say-

"I do," he said firmly.

"With the power bestowed in me, I now declare you husband and wife," the priest declared.

There goes my death sentence,I thought. What's my punishment?

"You may now kiss the bride."

I shouldn't have asked...

My eyes widened as he wrapped his arm around my waist and bent down to kiss me. His lips pressed mine for a second before he moved away.

I turned to look at the people who have watched this sickening farce to trap a girl like me into marrying this – this unspeakable creature. If I died, they will know that they're somehow responsible for my premature death.

What will be my cause of death, you ask?

Simple.

For unreciprocated love.

I could be dramatic, but who could blame me? Especially if they learn our history.

Chapter One

"Edward Cullen is so hot. I so want to be his girl," the girl seating in the front row before me said to her friend.

"Me too. Do you think he dates freshmen?" her friend asked.

"I think so but if he doesn't, we'll find a way to convince him." And she winked.

I nearly gagged. I wonder how they're planning to "convince" him.

"Ah freshmen." Alice, my only friend in this school, rolled her eyes at me. Alice was the only person who was able to notice me while I was reading at my favorite corner near the cafeteria when I first started at this school. She ignored the rumors about me being weird and approached me with an outstretched hand and a smile. At first, I was shocked that someone would want to talk to me but I soon got the hang of Alice.

"Hey, we're freshmen too," I pointed out, nudging her elbow.

"Yeah, but we're actually different. We don't lust over senior football guys. We have standards. We look for those who have substance. Not just the average jock."

I sighed.

We were at the football practice at the field after classes, and Alice had no idea why I asked her to go here. That's because I deliberately didn't tell her why.

Suddenly, one of the players was tackled a little too roughly by his teammate, and he fell to the ground. I gasped and stood up, checking to see if the player was all right.

A few moments later, he was back on his feet, shaking hands with the teammate who was apologizing to him profusely.

I heaved a sigh of relief and sat down. Alice had her eyebrows raised at me while I just shook my head.

She let it go... just this one time. "I'm bored, Bella. Let's go home." She yawned.

"You go ahead. I need to talk to someone."

"Who among these brainless dudes do you need to talk to and why?" she demanded.

I didn't reply and just hugged her. "Take care," I said.

"This isn't over, Isabella Swan. You're still going to tell me the truth eventually," Alice warned.

"I know."
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After football practice, I went down the bleachers area and went near the boys' shower room door. There's a handy wall near the shower room - perfect for waiting while hiding from the view of the football team.

Minutes later, I saw the football guys walking, and I hid myself under a seat.

"That was awesome practice. I can't wait till we're at the finals," one of the players whose name was Mike was saying.

"Hey Edward, aren't you coming with us?" Another player suddenly asked.

"You go ahead, guys. I need to check something back at the locker room."

I heard the heavy footsteps getting lighter before fading away.

"Bella?"

I showed myself from my hiding place which was starting to get uncomfortable (You have no idea what people stick under the seats – and the smell!)

"Yes?" I said, brushing the dirt off my clothes.

He held his arms out at me and I went over to hug him but evaded him at the last second.

"Hey." He frowned. "Is that the way you greet your boyfriend?"