Bella Ramora, a common southern girl, claims to be the daughter of billionaire wife, Esme Cullen, wife of Carlisle Cullen, oil tycoon and president of C.E., Cullen Enterprise. Carlisle and Esme already have four kids: Edward(19), Emmett(15), Rosalie(17), and Alice(14). Rosalie is the same age as Bella, which causes the Cullen family to doubt Bella's claims. Will deep, dark family secrets unravel to bring light to Bella's claims or will she be cast out of her new life of privilege when family secrets reach the surface.
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Chapter 14 Estranged Estelle
The next morning, I went down for breakfast and Carolitta answered the door.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
“Carolitta, don’t you remember me? It’s Estelle, Esme’s sister.”
I spit out my toast and went to the door. Estelle looked just like Esme, except with long, brown hair. She looked at me. “Who are you?”
Carolitta wasn't sure how she should answer that. “This is Miss Bella. She’s staying with us for now,” Carolitta said. Estelle reached out her hand to me.
“Hello, Bella. I’m Estelle.”
“Hi,” I said.
“I will go and get Mrs. Cullen,” Carolitta said.
“You’re Esme’s sister?” I asked.
“Yes. Who are you? A friend of the family?”
“Actually, I’m the Cullen’s daughter.”
Estelle studied me. “I never knew I had a niece named Bella.”
“Estelle,” Esme said, from behind me. The two women stared at each other as if they were looking at a ghost. Esme stiffened. “What the hell do you want?”
“I came for my daughter,” Estelle said, offended by that cold reception.
“Your daughter? You mean the girl you abandoned when you left town for some hotshot banker? That daughter?” Esme sneered.
“Esme, let’s not do this now.”
“You mean the daughter you left here to fend for herself while you had everyone thinking you had been kidnapped? Estelle, I don’t think Alice wants to see you.”
“You do not have the right to make that decision for her. She is my child!”
“She is mine and Carlisle’s child now. We adopted her after you disappeared for the third time, Estelle. Alice barely even remember’s your face. She won’t know who you are.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Estelle pushed through Esme. I stood there, agaped. “Alice?” Estelle called. She went up the stairs. “Alice, honey. Mommy’s back in town.”
This woman seemed bizarre, and entitled. Esme huffed and folded her arms. I followed her up to Alice’s room. Estelle took off her dark gray hat and matching coat and threw them on Alice’s beanbag chair. Alice was just opening her eyes. She bucked when she saw the strange new woman staring her in the face. Alice sat up.
‘What’s going on?” Alice asked.
“Mary Alice, It’s me. It’s mommy. I’ve come to take you home.”
“Home?” Esme said, outraged.
“Yes, home, Esme,” Estelle said. “Henri and I have decided to settle down together and he loves children, so he will love my Alice.”
Alice perked up. “Mom?”
Estelle took her hand. “Yes, baby. It’s Mommy. I’m back.”
Alice seemed elated and confused at the same time. She hugged Estelle.
“You can’t take her. She is legally ours, now,” Esme said. “And who is Henri?”
“Henri Gamble. He’s an oil tycoon and heir to a million dollar fortune,” Estelle showed Esme her huge diamond ring. “We are recently married.”
“Same old Estelle. Always after dollar signs,” Esme rolled her eyes.
“Hey, I learned from the best, big sister,” Estelle said. “Look down on me all you want, but you and I both know that Momma taught us both how to know our way around a man and his bank account.”
“I’m not like that, anymore,” Esme said.
“Sure, but I don’t believe you,” Estelle said. “Look who you married.”
“I love Carlisle,” Esme defended herself.
“You also loved his brother,” Estelle countered. “And who is this child?” Estelle put her arm around me. “And how come I have never met her before?”
“She’s new to the family,” Esme said.
“She’s my twin,” Rosalie said. We all turned our heads and saw Rosalie in the door way. “Aunt Estelle!” Rosalie hugged her. It was a happy reunion between the two of them.
“Oh Rosalie,” Estelle said, ecstatic. “You are so big and gorgeous.” Estelle felt Rosalie’s hair. “I always knew you’d turn out pretty.- Where are the boys?... Wait a minute. Twin?”
“Apparently,” Rosalie said. Estelle looked at Esme and scrutinized her.
“My, my, you have some explaining to do, big sister,” Estelle laughed. “I take it, he knows, then?”
“Who knows what?” Rosalie asked. Alice was getting dressed.
Esme moved Rosalie out of the way. “Estelle, I need to talk to you, alone please.”
Estelle shrugged, and followed Esme out of the room. Rosalie and I stood awkwardly before each other. We didn’t even say hello. Alice came out of the bathroom.
“Isn’t this great?” Alice asked. “My mom’s back and she's going to take me with her, this time.”
Rosalie frowned. “I’m glad that she came back, but I don’t know if you should go with her, Alice. The woman is irresponsible. She’s ran out on you three times, already. She’ll do it again,” Rosalie said.
“No, she won’t,” Alice said. “Geez, Rose, why can’t you be happy for me for once in your life?”
“I am happy for you. I just don’t think-“
“Don’t tell me what you think,” Alice said, throwing on a blue wool sweater. She turned to me. “Atleast Bella knows how to be nice to other people.”
I winced. Alice left the room. Rosalie glared me down, then followed behind her.
Chapter 14 Estelle (continuation)
Us three girls and Edward waited outside of Carlisle’s office for Esme and Estelle. It was awkward. Edward didn’t speak. He kept a wide space between himself and us girls. He had on a white and taupe checkered shirt under a taupe vest. He looked pretty handsome for a vampire. I wondered when would be the best time to let him know that I knew his secret. I wondered if I should say anything to him at all and just let Jasper handle everything… If I ever see Jasper again.
Esme and Estelle came out of the office.
“Thanks for catching me up on things, Esme,” She said. She looked at Edward, and her face was suddenly flooded with emotions. Her eyes were watery. Estelle reached out and grabbed Edward’s face.
“Oh!” She said. “Esme, this boy is freezing!”
Alice and Rosalie held their breath. Edward moved her hands away from his face.
“Ughm. He’s just a little aneomic,” Esme said.
“You poor thing,” Estelle said. She moved back to look at all of us. “You poor things. I cannot imagine the pain you all must be going through, to lose a brother. I am so sorry I wasn’t around for Emmett’s funeral.”
“I shall buy some flowers for his grave. Where is he buried?” Estelle asked.
No one wanted to answer. Esme hesitated. “We never buried Emmett.”
“What?” Estelle put her hand over her heart. “What do you mean?”
“We never found his body,” Esme sobbed.
“I cannot imagine,” Estelle said. She pulled Esme close and hugged her.
They never found his body? I thought to myself. Then, how do they know what happened to him. How do they know what Edward did? He must have confessed. But why? No body means no crime. I stared at Edward. He had the answers I was looking for.
Woahs! This is pretty cool. I mean, everytime I get caught in your writting, the chapter is over and I'm left to sit like... what just happend!?
hey envy. aw gee thanks =D
y whank u!
Just caught up and it's got so interesting.
I really want to know what is going to happen next.
I'm not sure what to make of Estelle - how bad is she, does she care about the family at all. And Alice?
And what is she going to say about Esme's past.
Looking forward to finding out.
thanks chris for the best wishes
Chapter15 Sisters Keeping Secrets
They returned from breakfast. Alice pulled off her sweater. She looked unsure about something. Esme and Estelle looked at each other with a mutual understanding.
“Can I pour a cup of tea for you, Miss Estelle?” Carolitta asked, nicely.
“Oh, yes, darling. I would love that,” Estelle said. Esme’s brows lowered. I could tell she didn’t want Estelle to be here for much longer.
“So what did you guys talk about?” Rosalie asked, pulling up a chair to the table, to sit next to Estelle.
“We talked about the past, and the future,” Estelle looked at Alice, with hopeful eyes. Esme was pacing, uncomfortably, in the living room.
“What’s wrong with Esme?” I asked.
“Oh, she’s just a little tensed up,” Estelle said.
Estelle rose with her tea and went in the living room with Esme. Alice, Rosalie and, I watched them from the kitchen table.
“I have to hand it to you, big sis. You accomplished the one thing that our father couldn’t,” Estelle said. Esme turned and looked at her, her eyes blazing like fire. “Father always wanted the Cullen’s company, their family business, Cullen Enterprises, and when he failed, when Carlisle’s family caught on to all the scheming, the lying, it was over. And then, like a hero, you swooped in, and picked up where father left off. He would be so proud of you, Esme. You hit the jackpot, girlfriend,” Estelle sipped her tea.
“I know you don’t think I love Carlisle,” Esme said. She sounded tired. “But, I don’t care what you think.. I love my husband. You just love Henri’s money,” Esme spat. Estelle’s jaw tightened.
“I feel sorry for you, Essie,” Esme said. “You will never know how it feels to love someone for who they are, instead of what they can give you.”
Estelle put her cup down on the coffee table. “I only love one thing in this world, and that one thing is Alice. She is the only thing that matters and I don’t need to love anyone else. I don’t need to love a man to know anything.”
Alice went into the living room and got between them. “Then, why’d you leave me, then, Mom?” Alice asked. “You say that you love me.”
Estelle cupped Alice’s face. “I had to leave you, honey. But you knew I was coming back.. I even told you I was coming back. I always come back for you. While I was away, all I thought about was you. I didn’t want to return to you empty handed. I wanted security for us, and for our future. I wanted what Esme had, and now that I’ve found it, we can get out of here and finally be on our own.”
A tear rolled down Alice’s face. “But, I don’t know Henri.”
“You’ll get to know him, and you’ll like him a lot. He has a summer house in Paris, and his own horse farm. I know how much you love horses, darling.”
Alice froze, and something inside her snapped. She looked up at Estelle with cold eyes.
“The only horse I care about is dead. She’s dead, mother!” Alice yelled. Alice ran up the staircase. I flinched when an upstairs door slammed shut.
Estelle stared into space, in disbelief.
“Her horse died. Her name was Platinum Heart,” Esme said.
“Nice of you to tell me this, now,” Estelle said, sarcastically.
“It doesn’t matter, anyway,” Esme snapped. “You always screw things up with her. You are irresponsible and unreliable.”
“Shut up, Esme! You’re one to talk, sleeping around on your fiancé with his brother,” Estelle slapped her hand over her mouth. Rosalie’s jaw dropped. Esme looked just as shocked as Rosalie did, if not more. Estelle laughed, weakly. “I’m sorry. When I get angry, I just start going off at the mouth. I say such crazy things.” She looked at Rosalie, whose face was crumbling and frowning.
“I am so sorry,” Estelle said to Rosalie. Rosalie covered her mouth and ran out through the back door. Now it was just me, Estelle, and Esme. And I felt like I had nowhere to hide.
Estelle locked eyes with me. “What’s your deal?” she asked. I shook my head, afraid. “You don’t look surprised.”
“She knows,” Esme said.
“You told her?”
“Yes, I told her.”
“Why?” Estelle asked. “Did you tell Carlisle. Does he know about your affair?”
“No. Of course not.”
“Esme Anne Platt Cullen,” Estelle drew out her name slowly, and with as much scrutiny as she could, as if she truly hated that name.
“It doesn’t matter,” Esme looked away.
“Oh, it does matter,” Estelle said. “Let’s not fool ourselves any longer, here.”
“You can’t say anything to Carlisle,” Esme said.
“I won’t. That’s on your hands. I’m taking my daughter home, today. I don’t care how you feel about it. I’ll leave you with this,” Estelle leaned over her sister’s shoulder. “I hope Carlisle still loves you when he finds out that his twin daughters aren’t even his, but his brother, Clint’s. That would be so sad, because Clint hates kids. He didn’t want them, not even when he was secretly shagging you.”
“How dare you,” Esme murmured.
“How dare me? How you dare you! You would have gotten rid of both babies if I hadn’t caught on to you. You ran off and spent a whole year in some nunnery. You didn’t tell anybody where you were. You didn’t tell me. You had me so worried, I had to track you down with a private detective.You didn’t even tell Carlisle, the man you so claim to love with all your heart.”
My heart was pounding. I was clinging, helplessly, onto every word. Waiting desperately for something that I knew would kill me.
“You tried to get rid of those babies,” Estelle accused. “But, atleast I saved Rosalie. And in a way, atleast Bella was spared from your wretchedness.”
Esme’s right hand flew up and popped Estelle across her cheek with such force, that she almost lost her balance. Estelle moved her hair out of her face. Esme was breathing heavily.
Estelle cackled, and felt her cheek. She looked at her hand, and rubbed her fingers together. “I kept your secrets all these years, in the pit of my heart, and with pleasure. But, only because you were my sister. The least you can do for me is give me back my daughter,” Estelle said, conviction in her tone.
“She doesn’t want to go with you,” Esme said, in a low voice.
“Convince her!” Estelle snapped. She composed herself, and smiled. “Please, Esme,” she said, in a nicer voice. “I need my daughter. I need her with me, now.”
Esme nodded, and the tears started coming. Then, she was crying in her hands.
Estelle walked up to me, and felt my hair.
“It was nice meeting you, Bella. I’m sorry it couldn’t be under better circumstances. But all things considered, this was inevitable.” Estelle hugged me. I was too shocked to say anything or even move. “I’m your Aunt Estelle. Hopefully, Alice and I will see you, again.”
I wanted to say something. I tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out. Estelle went up the stairs.
It was just me and Esme, now. I couldn’t look at her. I had to turn away. When I turned my back to her, she started bawling, loudly. I walked into the kitchen, in a trance- like state, and pulled out a chair and sat down.
I heard Esme crying loudly.
When the shock faded, anger took over me. I got up and went back into the living room. I felt stronger, but my voice was incredibly weak. I squeaked at Esme. Then, I shut my mouth. My heart started pounding hard against my chest. I reached out for something to hold onto, and grabbed the arm of a chair, and fell halfway on the floor.
Esme pulled me up by my waist and set me upright in the chair. I still turned away from her.
“I know I have no right to ask for your forgiveness,” she said. “But, if you could find it inside you to keep this between us. Not for me, but for Carlisle.”
Livid, I turned to face her. “You’re still trying to bury what you did, even after it’s been dug up and thrown into your face. You’re not protecting Carlisle. You’re protecting yourself!” I stood. “It must be so hard for you to look at me, and not think about the lengths you went through to get rid of me. But, you didn’t want Rosalie either. See I didn’t know that. I thought it was all about me. I thought you hated only me. My own mother!” I screamed.
“Why’d you do it?” I asked. “Is it because you thought he wouldn’t love you, anymore? Was it all really about money? Is that what you cared about?”
“No,” she insisted. “I was scared. I didn’t know what to do. I was pregnant again and engaged this time. I wasn’t sure who the father was. I didn’t want to take any chances. I didn’t want to disappoint anyone. So, I made myself disappear for a while, long enough to give birth.
I felt so mad because I always wanted a girl and then I had two of them, and the world just caved in on me. And then Estelle found me and she took me home. I showed Carlisle his baby girl, Rosalie.” Esme wiped her nose with her hand.
“Where was I?” I asked, my voice shaky.
“You were gone.”
“Where?!” I yelled.
She jumped. “I left you at the nunnery!”
“How did I end up with Lexie, and the note, where did she get it?” I asked.”How did she know about you and Carlisle. Was she at the nunnery? Was she the nun you past me off to?.... Did Estelle write the note and give it to her to give to me? Who else knew about this, Esme?” My teeth clenched.
“I don’t know” she said.
“God, stop lying to me! Please,” I begged. “Has lying become such a deep- rooted habit for you, that you don’t even realize when you’re doing it? I need to know everything, and so does Rosalie. She needs to know too. We’re going to have a family meeting, with you, me, Estelle, Rosalie, Lucy, Alice, Edward, and even Carlisle,” I said. Esme was shaking her head. “And we’re all going to figure this out together and get passed it, hopefully. There will be no turning back.”
“You aren’t holding any family meeting,” she retorted.
“And while we’re at it, let’s talk about Emmett. I’m sure Edward would love to finally get that off his chest, and start acting like a normal person again. Oh wait, he can’t. Because he’s a goddamn vampire!"
Just as I said that, Edward walked into the house. His jaw was tight, and his eyes were heavy. His mouth was a straight line.
“Edward,” I said.
“Don’t… explain,” he said. “You’re right. There is something I want to get off my chest,” he said.
Esme and I stared at him, curiously. “And, mom,” he said. “You’re not going to like it.”
“What it is, honey?”
“Please… sit down,” he said. Esme and I both went and plopped down on the loveseat.
“Do you want to wait for Dad?” Esme asked.
“No,” Edward winced.
“Okay,” she said.
“I just want to say that I’m sorry I lied to you.”
“What are you talking about, honey. Just spit it out,” she said.
“Emmett’s alive. He’s alive and I’ve been hiding him, and taking care of him.”
We stared at Edward, our eyes bucked like saucers.
“No,” Esme said.
“It’s true, Mom. I lost control and I bit him. But he wasn’t strong enough to beat the changes. I encouraged him to fight back, but nothing I said or did worked. And he just kept changing, until he became a monster.”
“I want to see him,” Esme stood up.
“You can’t,” Edward said. “He’s wild and uncontrollable. Mom, you wouldn’t even recognize him if you saw him. It would only hurt you. And I don’t want you to be hurt.”
“You’ve already hurt me!” Esme screamed. She dropped to her knees, and was sobbing, inconsolable. Edward’s solid composed face slowly melted away, and he crumbled. Red tears dripped from the corner of his eyes. The gold darkened.
Esme was the last person I wanted to be near right now. But I got on the floor and rubbed her back. I even put my arms around her. I told her things will be okay, that we can make it through all of this. But who was I really trying to reassure? Her... or myself?