What about love? {ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE}

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"Ms. Isabella" our maid said softly. "Your mother asked for you to wake up and come downstairs." She smiled and left. Life really can suck sometimes. I grunted and rolled out of bed. This should be good. I pull my robe on and I trudged downstairs, only to find my beloved mother (sarcasm) sitting there with a cup of coffee in hand. And there my father sat next to her, reading the newspaper. My father wasn't as bad. I mean we were close before all this. Before money was the most important thing on earth. "Yes, mother." I say through clenched teeth with a fake smile plastered across my face. "We have to talk" she gave me a pointed look. Fuck! "What did I do this time?" I whine and roll my eyes. "If this is about that flood in the bathroom, i cleaned it up, I swear!" I explained. "Not that!" she frowned. "You know the Cullen family, right?" She asked. I simply nod. Ah yes. The Cullen family. I've never met them, but my parents talk about them. I'm sure they're just as snobby and rich as my parents. Maybe even more. "Isn't Edward handsome?" My mom smiles. I roll my eyes. "Mom, where is this going?" I say. "Well, Carlisle Cullen wants to retire and well, his son needs to take over. In the contract it turns out that the person to take over must be married." She ranted nonchalantly. "So?" I motioned for her to go on. "So, you're marrying him." She simply said and returned to reading. All of a sudden things went black and I was on the floor. "They can't do this!" Was the last thing that flashed through my mind before I fell to the floor.