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Summary: When a game of revenge is taken too far, Bella is sold into marriage to a man she despises. While struggling to fit society's mold of a weak woman, she must navigate the treacherous waters of being a mob wife without drowning in the process.

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Ruthless

Chapter 1: Survive, Really?

[Bella's POV]

"You look like hell."

"Does it show?" I asked sarcastically, fiddling with the lock.

"Only a little," she remarked with a smirk. "Did you pull a double shift again?"

I jiggled the combination of the lock as I nodded and said, "Had to. Damn! Why won't this blasted thing open?"

Angela giggled and asked, "You do know that's not your locker, right?"

I groaned and smacked my forehead on the locker I had been trying to open for the past ten minutes.

"I'm so fucked up this morning. I had like three hours of sleep last night."

"I don't think working two jobs while you're still in high school is healthy. You really need to cut back on the hours," Angela said.

"You know I can't cut back. I need the money," I reminded her.

"How's your dad?"

"He's good but he's worried. He doesn't say but it's written all over his face."

Images of Charlie's sunken face popped into my head. He was smiling less and less these days, instead spending most of his time frowning. Something was up with him, I knew it. It wasn't just the fact that we were up to our necks with bills. Something else was bothering him.

I let out a sigh as I closed my locker door and turned towards the direction of homeroom. Angela fell into step with me as she told me about her date with Eric last night. Angela's father was one of the few parents who believed that letting his daughter make her own choices was the best way to go. He trusted Angela to find a suitable man who was the perfect husband material and he gave her plenty of room for mistakes. Dating wasn't allowed, an unofficial law, unless the girl's father allowed it.

"It was awkward, Bella. I'm not going to lie," she said knowingly.

"Any chance for seconds?"

"Yeah, we're going to the movies this Friday. How about you bring along Mike and we can make it a double date?"

I stopped walking and stared at her with wide eyes, horrified that she would even suggest such a thing.

She giggled, shaking her head, and said, "I'm kidding. Don't have a coronary."

"Jesus, Ang. You're going to kill me one day," I cried as she swung an arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek.

"Of course not, Swan. I love you to death, girl. Who else would bitch about Rosalie with me?" I stiffened and she noticed. "Oops. Sorry."

I shook my head, trying to push away memories of the blonde beauty and who she used to be. Once upon a time.

Later on in the day, Angela and I went out to the benches instead of eating in the cafeteria. Lunch was a hectic affair and neither of us liked to be in the same room as them if it could be helped.

As I looked around from my perch on top of the table, a light drizzle fell around us. I looked down and indented wood grains caught my eye. Carved into the wood were two initials and a few words, words the made my stomach turn whenever I thought of them.

From the rush of memories that were assaulting my mind, one stuck out vividly. It happened here, on this very bench but months ago.

Rosalie giggled, twirling a piece of her golden hair between her fingers. A cigarette hung lowly on her rouge painted lips and she was blowing rings of smoke into the misty air.

"What did your dad say when he found you sneaking back in?" I asked, grinning as I raised my own cigarette to my lips.

"He threatened to get me married off. He thinks a husband would curb my hussy behaviour," she explained, rolling her eyes at the ridiculous notion.

I snorted and said, "As if any guy could tame your inner slut."

"It's not inner if I let it out, Bella," she reminded me. "Fuck, I wish you came out yesterday. The party was wild."

"I had work," I said with a sigh.

"You could've called in sick."

"Not on my second day I couldn't," I pointed out. "They would've fired me on the spot."

"So? You already have another job. It's not like you'll be broke," Rosalie said before taking another long drag.

"I'm close to being. Charlie came pretty close with the last bill," I told her with a frown.

"Sucks. Don't worry, B. It'll get better soon," she told me cheerfully, patting my thigh. "Charlie is a sweetheart, you know that? If he weren't, you would've been marred in exchange for money. In fact, I'm fucking glad dad isn't drowning in bills. He wouldn't hesitate in a second to sell me off as a bride."

Of course he wouldn't. David Hale was a cold-hearted bastard.

"So how was the party? Did your slut get her freak on?"

"Oh lord, B. You have no idea what you missed out on. A whole crowd of bare-chested, drunk guys and bitches with their tits hanging out of their tits. Even Tanya Denali was there, what a fucking slut."

"Why the hell was she there?"

"Two words," Rosalie said and gave me a stern look. "Edward Cullen.

"Ugh!" I shuddered. "He's the biggest asshole around."

"Don't I know it. She was hanging off his arm and I swear they snuck off to fuck a million times."

"Ew! But she's like a walking, talking condom advertisement with every STD known to man."

"To everyone but her parents. They spoil the bitch like she's a fucking queen," Rose sneered.

"Well, the Denalis are loaded. They don't need to worry about keeping their daughter pure or train her to be wife material."

"I wouldn't be surprised if they train her to be a mega-slut. All part of the master plan to catch Cullen," Rosalie scoffed. "As if Cullen would marry her ugly ass."

"He does seem to like her ass a lot." I giggled, covering my mouth at the unattractive snort that slipped out.

"Yeah, but he won't marry her. She's just a good fuck to him. You know how he is, he uses them and leaves them."

"True, his daddy would kill him if he tarnished the Cullen name with such a slut."

"Whatever, he can fuck around as much as he wants as long as he and his fucked up family stays away from us."

"Yeah, did you hear? His older brother is coming back to Forks. I heard Jessica tell bad dye job Lauren that there was a scandal and daddy Cullen told him to haul his ass back," I sniggered. "Mafia family scandals, who would've thought?"

"You listen to way too much gossip these days, Swan," Rose said, waggling her finger at me and smirking.

"Gotta keep on my toes, right?" I winked and let out a chuckle.

"I don't know what I'd do without you, babe," Rosalie said with a sigh, exhaling the last of her cigarette and throwing it down on the soggy grass.

"Fade away into misery and despair?" I suggested. "You'd be stuck with bad dye job Lauren and despo Jessica if it weren't for my awesome ass."

"God, those two are a real nightmare. The despo won't shut up about Mike in Gym. I swear, she's this close to sucking his dick just so he'd marry her."

"Sometimes, I feel like we're the only two who don't want to be tied down to some sexist pig," I admitted with a sigh.

"We're the only ones with half a brain around here. Who in their right mod wants to be married off to some pansy boy who's high off his daddy's money?"

"It must be all the bleach in their hair soaking into their brains."

I took in one last drag of my cigarette before throwing it down next to Rosalie's. It wasn't long till the bell would ring.

My eyes caught on a flash of pink in the middle of the parking lot and second look told me it was Tanya's designers dress. Tanya Denali with her perfect strawberry blonde hair and her icy blue eyes. She was trailing behind Edward Cullen and they both looked like they'd been freshly fucked. Of course they had, but everyone knew it would've been in Tanya's car. Nope, Cullen's car was way too precious to catch any STDs.

"Looking at him, who would've thought he was a part of one of the largest crime families on the west coast," Rosalie scoffed, glaring in his direction.

I snuck another peek at him and I couldn't deny, the man was delicious. What I wouldn't give to trail whip cream down his abs and lick all the way to Promise Land.

"Well, it's what the rumours and media say. Only his fucked up family and his dead victims know the truth," I said with a shrug, the smallest amount of venom showing through my words.

"I pity the girl who he chooses. She'll be stuck with his cocky ass for the rest of her pathetic life."

I glanced at Rosalie and met her eyes. I could see the worry in them, but the fear too. It took a lot to scare Rosalie Hale.

She was hands down the hottest girl in all of Forks and damn if she wasn't exactly what rich assholes wanted their trophy wife eye candies to look like. Even if we didn't admit it, we both knew that she was the first choice of any rich guy and he dad took full advantage of that. He wouldn't marry his only daughter off to just any guy. Nope, the asshole wanted the highest price he could get for the sex-on-legs he'd helped create.

"We don't have to worry," I quickly reminded her. "He hates us and he'd quicker choose the walking STD than any of us."

"I know, babe, but I just worry. We're almost eighteen and you know that we'll have a suitor by the time we're legal."

"Hopefully, we'll get to choose," I said optimistically even though, on the inside, I knew the truth.

"No one gets to choose, Bella. You know that. Even your dad will have limited choice when a bastard decides he wants you and pays a hefty price for you."

"We'll run away then," I decided furiously, looking up into her icy blue eyes. "When the time comes, we'll run away and leave all this bullshit behind."

"Where would we go?"

"Canada," I said immediately. "Some parts of Canada, where the older tribes are. People from the Freedom Age still live there. They would take us in."

Rosalie stared at me for a moment before breaking out into a grin.

"This is why I love you, B. You're incredible."

"So you'll run away with me?" I asked, my eyebrows high up near my hairline with anticipation.

Rosalie threw an arm around my shoulder and hugged me tightly to her side.

"Of course, babe. We're a team," she said seriously. "Where you go, I go. When the time comes, we'll leave this god forsaken place. We will survive."

We will survive.

Back then, those three words had seemed so simple. We uttered them with complete conviction. We truly believed that we were forever. That our promises would live forever.

Maybe it had been the moment, all the emotions and all the worry. Or maybe, just maybe, it was only me.

Despite everything, I believed that I could never have imagined the determination, the love, and the loyalty in Rosalie's eyes. And that tiny fact, made all the difference.

Knowing the Rosalie never intended to keep her promise was a better reality. It was better than the truth, my painful reality.

Rosalie Hale had broken our promises; she had betrayed our long-lasting friendship. She had destroyed out forever...and for that, I would never forgive her.

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