Brad and Louise had talked at length about setting up an escape plan for Bree. They knew that it was only a matter of time before Caius came back to kill them and Bree, and they wanted to do everything possible to ensure that they got her away safely. They had planned that, at the first sign of trouble, Bree would grab her backpack, which was filled with some food, a bottle of water, and her Eddie lamb, and would sneak out the back room’s window and make her way to the barn. Bree would take her horse and head toward Mr. Emmett and Miss Rosalie’s house.
“Bree, we know who you really are.” Brad said.
Bella didn’t say anything. How did they know? Caius had told her not to ever say anything about her real parents or family.
“Don’t be afraid, Bella. Yes, Bella. I know your name, and I know about your father, Carlisle, and your mother, Elizabeth.”
“But how?” Bella asked.
“I haven’t lived all this time to take things as they seem. Growing up, I was always getting into trouble by sticking my nose into things that I shouldn’t have. So, when you came, clearly distraught over the loss of your parents, I knew there was no way that you had been abused, I started to look around. I got really good at that Googling thing.” Brad bragged.
“My Dada was never mean to me. He loved me.” Bella confirmed. “I miss him and Mama so much.”
“I am so sorry about your Mama, but Bella your Dada is alive.” Brad said.
“No, Caius said that he was dead.” Bella whimpered.
“No, sweetie, he is alive.”
“Please take me to him.” Bella begged.
“Bella, listen to me, I am afraid that if I try to take you back, whoever was behind this will try to hurt you.”
“But, Dada can protect me. He has lots of guns.”
“I know, but I don’t think we would get that close. I have made plans with Mr. Emmett and Miss Rosalie; if something bad should happen to me and Louise, they will take care of you. When they think it is safe, they will take you back to your Dada as soon as possible.”
“But I miss him.” Bella cried.
Brad picked up Bella, and hugged her close, allowing her to cry. After a little while, Bella stopped crying, and looked up at Brad. “I will wait.”
“Good girl. How about a bowl of ice cream and a chocolate cookie?” Brad asked.
“YES!” Bella yelled, climbing off his lap and running to the kitchen.
“You did well.” Louise said, wrapping her arms around Brad.
“My hope and prayer is that one day that little girl will get back to her Dada, safe and sound.” Brad said.
“Me, too.” Bella said softly. Her Dada was alive, but she believed Brad; it would be dangerous to go home right now.
****************I C ****************
Esme couldn’t believe how busy she was over the last month. After she and Edward had gone home the night of proposal, as she lay in her bed in the quiet of the night, she began to think about Carlisle and his position within the family. He was the Don of the family and some day would need to pass the family to his blood heir. With poor little Isabella gone, he would need to have his wife to give him a son or daughter. However, this was something she could not do. Tossing and turning all night long, she knew that she couldn’t take away Carlisle’s right and duty to pass the family along.
As the sun broke, she called her neighbor and asked if she could watch Edward for an hour or so. As soon as she came over, Esme was in her car and soon was pulling up to the front of the estate. Standing outside the door were two guards, who nodded to her as she stepped up the steps and rang the doorbell. Carlisle had been drinking his coffee and reading the paper when he heard the doorbell. He wondered who would be calling this early in the morning. As soon as he opened the door, he saw that it was his lovely Esme, but she looked pale, with large dark circles under her eyes and her beautiful green eyes were swollen and bloodshot.
“My love, what is wrong?” Carlisle asked, pulling her into his bare chest.
Esme was shocked to see that Carlisle had answered the door with just a pair of sleep pants hanging low on his hips. However, to hear the concern in this voice, and to be immediately pulled into a loving embrace, made her question if she had made the right decision.
“Carlisle, I need to talk to you.” Esme explained.
Carlisle led them to the den, and they sat down together on one of the sofas. Esme couldn’t look at Carlisle; she slowly turned the stunning diamond ring around her finger. Enjoying the last few moments that it would be on her finger. Pulling all the strength she had, she took a deep breath, and began “Carlisle, I can’t marry you.” She whispered.
Carlisle was shocked by her declaration. “What do you mean?”
“I love you with everything that I have, but I can give you the one thing you need.” Esme said.
“But your love is all that I need.” Carlisle argued.
“Carlisle, I never told you this, but I can’t have any more children, and you need to have an heir to have the family continue.”
Carlisle was shocked to hear that she couldn’t have children. It was actually something he hadn’t even thought about. His heart was still in pain over losing Lizzy Bell and the thought of having another child was too painful to even consider. He knew that if he didn’t have an heir by the time he reached fifty, his brother’s heir would take over the family.
“Esme, darling, I love you so much, and I want you to know that I appreciate the fact that you are willing to give up our love for the family, but I can’t let you do it. I love you so much and I need you in my life. The family will be passed onto my brother’s heir when I reach fifty, and I feel sure that it will be in good hands. Please don’t give up on us. I want to be your husband and a father to Edward.”
Tears rolled down her face as she took every word to heart. This man couldn’t be more perfect. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely!” Carlisle exclaimed and leaned in and kissed her soft lips. Esme wrapped her arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. Their tongues fought for dominance and Carlisle let out a low grimacing growl and pulled Esme so she was straddling his lap. Taking his hands he began to kneed her tight ass and swivel his hips rubbing his stone hard cock over her silk covered pussy. He was so fucking glad she was wearing a skirt. She moaned as he began to kiss down her jawline and her neck.
“Carlisle.” She groaned in pure pleasure.
“Oh, Esme, your pussy is hot; I’ll bet that if I run my finger down these sexy panties, you will be wet for me.”
“Yes, oh yes.”
Carlisle took his finger, placed it down her panties, and was welcomed by a smooth mound that was dripping wet and a swollen clit. Rubbing his finger back and forward across her pussy, he was blessed by Esme’s moaning and panting with desire.
Rubbing a few more times, he then placed two of his long, nimble fingers deep inside of her tight, hot pussy. Thrusting his fingers, he curled them and began hitting the spongy spot, causing her to moan even louder.
“Are you ready to come for me?” Carlisle said in a voice that was filled with lust and desire.
“Yes, so close.” Esme moaned as the pressure built even tighter.
Then Carlisle pulled his fingers and pinched her clit hard.
“Come now!” He yelled.
Her eyes rolled back and the snap, much like a rubber band breaking she came. Never, in all the years she had been married to Angelo, had she felt anything like this. She was in pure heaven. She fell forward against Carlisle chest. “Holy shit, that was intense.” She stammered.
“It was. I can’t wait until it is my cock in that hot pussy.” Carlisle teased.
Esme turned a bright shade of pink. She hated to compare Angelo to Carlisle, but he never talked like that to her and she loved it. It was such a turn on. Moving back, she noticed that Carlisle was still hard. She began to reach down to see if she could help relieve his pressure, but, before she could put her hand on that magnificent cock, Carlisle stopped her.
“Darling, please don’t.” Carlisle begged.
“But you must be in pain.”
“I will be okay. I really want the first time I come to be inside your pussy.” Carlisle said with a wicked smile. He noticed every time he said something dirty, Esme seemed to be turned on. “Does my little girl like it when I talk dirty to her?”
Esme nodded. This man was going to be the death of her, but damn what a way to go.
“Good to know. Now that this conversation is over, how about some breakfast?” Carlisle said.
After a long enjoyable breakfast, Esme left and went back to her house, feeling better than when she had arrived.
After the early morning revelation, Esme and Edward started packing up their personal belongings, and had them shipped to Carlisle’s estate. At first, she talked about putting up the home that she had shared with Angelo on the market, but Carlisle convinced her to keep it. When Edward grew up, he could use it instead as a first home. Esme didn’t think she could love Carlisle anymore, but, in that moment, it made her fall even harder for him.
After settling in at the estate, she began to plan their wedding. Carlisle handed her a black credit card with her married name on it, and told her to purchase everything that her heart desired for the wedding, and not to worry about the cost. Carlisle’s right-hand man, or Capo, Garrett, introduced her to his wife, Kate, and they instantly became close friends. Kate knew a wonderful wedding boutique called Wedding Atelier. She made a call to the owner, who arranged a private fitting for Esme.
Esme had thought she would get just a short, simple dress for the wedding.
“Esme, you can’t just get something simple. The wedding might be small, but it will be still being viewed as a major deal for the family. You are marrying the leader of the family and you must be an example.” Kate explained.
“But I didn’t want to spend an exorbitant amount of money on a dress that I will only wear once.”
“I get that, but don’t let price rule over your heart.” Kate said.
They walked in and were met by a stunning tall woman, with long, jet-black hair. “Kate, darling, so good to see you again. How is that fine piece of man, Garrett?”
“He is great. Margaret, this is Esme and she is Carlisle Cullen’s fiancé.”
Margaret knew who Carlisle Cullen was, and knew that Esme would be treated like the royalty that she was. The sales off this dress would be very profitable for her.
“Esme, please come with me and tell what you would like to see for your big day.”
Over the next half hour, Esme allowed herself to describe the wedding of her dreams. Margaret took notes as they spoke, and, when they were finished, she took Esme to a spacious dressing room and handed her one of the special robes, only giving out to the best clients. Margaret select several gowns that matched what she had heard in Esme’s dream.
Esme tried on the selections that Margaret brought back for her and it try on, but, when she tried on the Alvinia Valenta gown, she knew she had found her gown. It was an ivory charmeuse bridal sheath with a beaded illusion V neckline at front and back and jeweled appliques at the back shoulder. Not only was it the perfect design, but also fit her as if it had been made for her.
The wedding planning fell into place after Esme had selected her gown. Finally, it was Christmas Eve, and she was standing beside Carlisle vowing to love, honor, and obey him as long as they both shall live. As soon as Father Christopher announced them husband and wife, Aro sent Caius the text.