Summary: For Bella Swan, desperate times call for desperate measures. For Edward Cullen, family is everything.
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Author's note: This was my entry for the Twilight Family Affairs contest. Thank you to everyone who participated in the contest, the hosts, the judges, the validators, and reviewers. I had so much fun taking part and was ecstatic to come first in the public vote, and joint third in the judges' vote. It was a privilege to place among so many wonderful stories.
If you haven't already done so, head over to the Family Affairs Contest.
I'm hoping more will be extended with a little encouragement :)
As for me, I plan to update this continuation weekly, with the first few chapters focusing on the contest entry. There will be some extra bits I had to cut out of the original one-shot due to the word count.
Last, but by no means, least, a massive thank you to Fran, for all her help in the contest, and for agreeing to come on board with the continuation. She has been an absolute star throughout, and I couldn't have made it this far without her.
Somewhere in Seattle, in a private room at an exclusive club, a connected man makes a point to someone who crossed him …
"Take him away, Jasper. I'll deal with it later," the bronzed haired man says, his voice void of any emotion.
Anyone with any sense knew better than to mess with the Cullen Family
This business, his family's business, was forever at the forefront of his mind day in and day out. All he wanted was some clarity … a link to someone and something that wasn't connected to the family. His life was unsettled and in limbo. He was twenty-eight years old now, and he needed more. Edward Cullen wanted something to believe in.
Taking a deep breath, he composed himself to return to the girl he left waiting at the bar … maybe tonight would be the night. He had a good feeling, a sense of peace he couldn't quite explain.