11 comments/ 47092 views/ 27 favorites Bella's Beast By: ckelley85 Dear Readers-this is the beginning to a multi-chapter story, and my first one at that. Although this chapter contains nothing "fun", it does set the storyline. I will try to post daily, but be prepared for light BDSM, and lots of sex. Please feel free to leave comments and suggestions! Thanks! * Bella was pissed. She honestly couldn't believe her father had done this to her. Today was her 18th birthday and was supposed to be fun and exciting, full of freedom and parties, no more ridiculous rules about boys and going out- she was an adult and could now do as she please. Instead she was standing here listening to the horrible situation her father had gotten not only himself in, but her in as well. "Bella I'm so sorry-I know your angry sweetie but you have to do this for me or they will kill me," her father literally begged her. "How long has this been planned?" she spat. Her father stumbled his words around, "Well, you know, I mean..." Bella couldn't take it anymore " Dad! At this point you at least owe me honesty! If you can't be anything else-you could be honest with me." Her father hung his head, "About a year. The agreement has been in place for about a year". Bella plopped down on her bed in shock. It all made sense now. The last year of her life had been like a prison. Her father had always been overly zealous on his rules, but he had gone overboard in her senior year-sending her to an all-girl school, picking her up and dropping her off everywhere, never letting her alone with anyone, especially anyone male. She had attributed his behavior to an over the top protective reaction after her mother had died her sophomore year from cancer. Her junior year she was awkward looking and scraggly, not to mention too depressed to do anything. Her senior year she had blossomed and filled out, and even she knew she was attractive-something hard for her to admit because she had no self-confidence.So she just attributed his behavior to a delay in his paternal instincts. But her father wasn't being protective of her-he was protecting himself, ensuring she was a virgin for his thoughtless arrangement. Bella looked up at him, " Give me some time to absorb this-leave me alone please." Her father looked nervous, "Ok Bella, but I can only give you an hour-they will be here at 5:00 to pick you up. Please don't do anything stupid hunny. They swore to me I was dead if you wouldn't do this willingly. You will have everything you ever wanted Bella-it will be great!" Bella looked at him disgusted, "Get out now before I change my mind!" she shouted. He dashed out the door and shut it behind him. Bella placed her head and her hands. How could this be happening-this wasn't 100 years ago-this was 2012, this shit wasn't supposed to happen, especially in the US. Bella began thinking over all her father had told her. He had gotten into drugs and gambling really bad after her mother had died, she had known this, but she apparently didn't know the full extent. Her father had spent all their money, even traded up the deed to their home, and his car, and was now indebted over $500,000 to Mr. Marchio-the mayor who coincidently was also a bookie and drug dealer for their small town? It sounded like a bad movie-and was super cliché. Unfortunately, it all made sense. When she moved her with her parents when she was a freshman-she had thought the town a little too small, everyone knowing everything about everyone, the mayor having relationships with all the business owners and towns people, no crime, picture perfect movie setting. Now she knew it was all a cover up for the state's biggest drug producer and gambling house and her father had fallen right into it and had taken her with him. She considered what he had told her-to pay off his debt and keep his property, and essentially his life, Bella had to marry the Mayor's son Devante. She scraped her mind for any memory she had of him-all she could remember was hearing about him getting really sick, and then going blind. She briefly remembered him before he got sick-he was mean, arrogant, the town bad boy who slept around, doing whatever he wanted whenever he wanted- he was everything she hated and he was hot as hell. For her having to be required to marry him-something has to be awfully wrong with him she thought. He was filthy rich and impossibly good looking, or at least had been. He couldn't be now if he had to force someone to marry him. "He must be disfigured and repulsive" she thought. All the worst case scenarios played through her head. She had thought him dead for a while-literally disappearing after his illness, but obviously that wasn't the case. She shuttered to think of her future-her father had told her that her virginity was part of the deal, meaning the marriage was intended to be consummated. With that she was to bear him an heir within 5 years- or the deal was void and they were both dead. She felt sick. She couldn't believe this was happening. Her life would no longer be hers-but would belong to Devante and his family. The thought was horrible-painful even, yet she knew she had to do this. She couldn't live with herself if her father was murdered. Bella had made up her mind. This had to be done so she might as well do it right she thought. Make the best out of the situation. Crying wouldn't fix it. Always resilient, Bella went to her vanity and put on some makeup, and put her dark hair in a nice bun. She then went and put on her favorite jeans, and her favorite top-a red fitted tee with sequins. It was kind of low cut and tight, so her father rarely let her wear it-but she figured she had nothing to lose. The red accented her olive skin, and her curves, making her appear older, more confident, and sexy. She put on her red lipstick, which always helped her be confident, and slipped on a pair of black heals to help her pants not look as long since she was so short. Bella quickly packed her favorite things, and remembered her father told her she would be allowed to purchase anything she wanted or needed when she got to her new home, as the Marchio's wanted her to be as happy as possible. She laughed to herself about the happy part, but told herself she would buy the most expensive and lavish things she could just because. She packed her duffle bag and sat on her bed. She looked at her phone- 4:45. She sighed and made up her mind to go downstairs to wait. "I'm asking for a damn pony" she thought-took one last look at her room, closed the door and descended down the stairs. Bella's Beast Bella was pissed. She honestly couldn't believe that this was happening. Today was her 18th birthday. This day was supposed to be an amazing day for her, but yet here she was in her living room, listening to her father babble on about the horrible situation he had gotten not only himself in, but her in as well. "Bella I'm so sorry-I know you're angry my love but there is no choice" her father pleaded. "It's done. There were no other options. I had no way to pay them back, and for some reason, he was set on having you." Bella almost flinched at his words, yet instead of being hurt, they just added to her anger. "Oh well if he was SOOOOO set on having me then, I guess you just didn't have a choice then," she stated sarcastically. For a second, her father missed her sarcasm and seemed almost cheerful that Bella might have understood his "plight". However, once he realized that she was truly not sympathizing with his reasoning, and instead he acted hurt at her insensitivity, "Bella, don't you think I'm upset too? My only daughter-off with some stranger who I know nothing of other then the unpleasant articles I read in the newspaper? I'm mortified of the thought of my little girl with such a character!" Bella just stared at her father in disbelief. It probably should not have surprised her he was somehow making this about him-yet there was still a part of her that could not believe he had somehow turned selling her into something that he was NOT responsible for, and was actually upset by. Being as self-centered and narcissistic as he was he would never win Father of the Year. Yet she had always just accepted the fact her father had about as much empathy as the Grinch, even when it came to her. But she never expected this-not even from HIM. "Explain to me again how you managed to arrange a marriage for me with a man I never met, on conditions I never agreed to, for money I did not lose-and how that is NOT selling me," she asked glaring at him. "Like I stated a few minutes ago- you know I have been struggling to support us and in doing so I was looking into 'alternative' ways to make us money." He paused for a brief moment, and then continued, "As you may have guessed based on our current situation, I was not successful in my endeavors. Instead I incurred quiet a large amount of debt in the process, and to some pretty powerful people..." Her father began looking at the floor almost sheepishly, "I was offered a deal I couldn't refuse. My life or your marriage. You understand don't you?" Her father looked genuinely frightened and although they shared DNA, she did not share his lack of empathy towards a loved one. Bella knew if she did not agree, and something did happen to her father, she would never forgive herself. "Ok...I'll do it," Bella finally stated. Her father sighed, obviously relieved. "Oh Bella! I am so glad you agreed! I know this wasn't what you had planned but it is only a year-and he told me you would have unlimited funds to do with as you please, to make your time more," he struggled for a word, "pleasant." Bella rolled her eyes in disgust, "Dad unlike you, I can't be bought. But I will do it-because for some reason, I would feel guilty if anything happened to you." Her father looked like he was going to hug her, or something as equally awkward coming from him. "Didn't you say they would be here shortly?" This stopped her father in his tracks, checking his clock on his phone, " Oh shit, yes in about 20 minutes! You need to go get some of your belongings together. Don't pack much-he said he would 'provide' all that you needed." Sighing, she turned to walk to her room to 'get ready'. Her father sat back down as she was leaving-as seemingly unaffected as possible by the situation he had gotten her into. "Hurry" he yelled at her as she slammed her door. Sitting on her bed, Bella placed her head and her hands. How could this really be happening-this wasn't 100 years ago-this was 2013, this shit wasn't supposed to happen. There should have been someone who could fix this- someone who would b brave enough to prosecute, the blackmailing of her father, or trying to 'buy' her. But she knew that was not going to be the case for her. ... She knew her father had screwed over the wrong man-someone with too much power and money for anyone to be willing to risk it all for nobodies like her and her father. She knew it would be safer to agree to this marriage for the next year then spend the rest of her life hiding from Mr. Marchio. Mr. Marchio-she knew so little about her future father. What she did know was that he was insanely rich-and with money came power, and he had lots of both. Mr. Marchio was notorious in New York, which inevitably bled into him being infamous in New Jersey, where she lived. She knew he owned several 'legitimate' businesses, as well as several 'questionable' ones. He was easily the richest man in the area, and controlled much of the city, good and bad. Her father just HAD to get himself into $300,000 in gambling debt with HIM. She considered what he had told her-to pay off his debt and keep his life, Bella had to marry Mr. Marchio's son Devante. She combed her mind for anything she knew about Devante- he was 25, hot as hell, and the biggest man whore and party animal she had ever heard of. Anything she had ever seen on the news regarding Devante had to do with a scandal-what drug he did, whose party he crashed, what girl he slept with. He was the epitome of everything she hated in a guy, and he was going to be her future husband. Why, she was still not sure. But she knew she was not looking forward to finding out the reasoning behind this madness. She knew that for having to be required to marry him-something had to be awfully wrong. He was filthy rich and impossibly good looking. Sure she was disgusted by the things he did, but she knew she was in the minority. Beautiful women were throwing themselves at him daily. "Why me?" she thought, "Why could he possibly want me?" She knew she could spend days speculating and still not know the reasoning behind this joining. But she didn't have days. Looking at her cell, she had approximately ten minutes. This had to be done so she might as well do it right she thought. Make the best out of the situation. Why-ing, what if-ing, and crying wouldn't fix it. Bella went to her vanity and put on some makeup, and put some gel in her long dark hair. She then went and put on her favorite jeans, and her favorite top-a red fitted tee that was low cut, and formed to her body like a glove. She figured she had nothing to lose by wearing it. The red accented her olive skin, and her curves, making her appear older, more confident, and sexy. She put on her red lipstick, which always helped boost her confidence, and slipped on her favorite heels, adding some height so she didn't feel as small. Bella quickly packed her favorite things, and remembered her father told her she would be allowed to purchase anything she wanted or needed when she got to her new home, as the Marchio's wanted her to be as happy as possible. She laughed to herself about the happy part, but told herself she would buy the most expensive and lavish things she could just because. She packed her duffle bag and sat on her bed. She looked at her phone- 4:45. She sighed and made up her mind to go downstairs to wait. "I'm asking for a damn pony" she thought-took one last look at her room, closed the door and descended down the stairs.