Disclaimer: The characters of Twilight are owned by the wonderful Stephenie Meyer. The original characters, content and ideas of this story are mine.

Hey guys here is my new story called "Till You Love Me". This will be a drabble and I will try to update at least once a day if not more. Edward's character is that of an out of touch with reality and very wealthy man, who did not come from humble beginnings and has had everything given to him on a silver platter. He is not heartless; but just spoiled and not use to hearing NO! That is until the lovely Bella has to reprogram his thinking by introducing him to a world he never really knew existed. Before her, he never cared to try and understand. He is possessive but loving, so if you do not like a controlling, Edward this may not be the story for you. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy!

Special thanks to my wonderful Beta Reader, "princess07890", thanks for making sure this story flows correctly!

Chapter 1

A Silver Spoon Life


"Are you taking a lunch today?" Emmett, my business partner, said sticking his head inside my office door as I read an email forwarded to me from Alice, my assistant.

"Yeah, just give me a sec; I'm trying to figure out what this email is about that Alice has sent me; we sponsor a charity for a women's prison?"

"Uh yeah, the Washington Corrections Center for Women; remember, your mom added that to our list of charities over four years ago." Emmett said.

"She did? Why didn't I know about it?"

"Dude, you write a huge check every year to help fund free immunization shots for children of the prisoners who have become wards of the state or have no private insurance." Emmett said looking at me incredulously.

"I do, huh?" I asked while raising my eyebrows and sitting back in my seat staring back at the email.

"Well then, good for me; I guess I'm doing my part for the less fortunate. So, what is this letter stuff about that Alice is referring to in this email; it sounds like I already do enough for this facility."

Emmett laughed through his nose and shook his head before answering me.

"Well, your highness, if it's not too boring for you, your mother has requested that since we are approaching the holiday season, we each sponsor a prisoner by requesting their holiday wish list and granting one or more of their wishes. There are several companies throughout the state of Washington that participate in this program and Esme wants us to participate this year. That is if your schedule allows, of course." He said clasping his hands together and bowing in mockery.

"Save the smart ass comments, okay. I just don't know why I have to write a letter to get a wish list. Can't she just request them all and I send Alice to go shopping for the gifts. I'm sure Alice would love any excuse to end up in a mall."

"I'm pretty sure, even for Alice, this would not be a shopping trip she could handle by herself. There would be far too many gifts to get."

"Just how many damn inmates are we sponsoring?"

"There are a little over seven hundred women at this facility and since we are one of the larger law firms in the Seattle area, Esme signed us up to sponsor one hundred inmates. Now, our Executive staff consists of eight people and they have all agreed to write letters to two inmates each requesting their list. Our management staff consists of twenty six people, who have also agreed to write to two prisoners each. Our administrative staff, including all of our PA's, will write to one inmate each, which is another twelve letters. You and I have been assigned to one each, which is what you see in your email inbox and Esme, along with other staff members who volunteered from other departments. Including the mailroom, will cover the other eighteen inmates." Emmett said, letting out a wary breath.

I clicked on the attachment to open up the contact information for the inmate I was assigned to, but I was not prepared at all for what I saw. There, in bold letters, was my inmate's information, which included a brief description:

Inmate name: Isabella M. Swan

Race: Caucasian

Age: 23

D.O.B.: 9/13/1988

Hair color: Brown

Eye color: Brown

Length of sentence: 5 years (eligible for parole after 24 months)

Charge: Involuntary Manslaughter

Entry date: October 7, 2011

But it wasn't the words that caught my attention, it was the photograph below the words that made my heart almost stop as I looked at the most angelic and mesmerizing brown eyes I have ever seen. What could have went so wrong that she ended up here and why couldn't I look away from my computer screen?

A/N: Okay, here's chapter one. Please read and leave a review to let me know what you think. Should I continue?