Dorothea Caddel, is born into a wealthy family that can easily give her a plane or a planet to her wishes but what if something deep is hidden in the mask of a perfect family, a devil that she fears but soon learns to accept as love. That story chan...
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The party at the Cullens' home wasn't extravagant—hardly a grand affair, given it had been thrown together at the last minute. Instead, they opted for a simple yet lively game night, filled with laughter and playful banter to strengthen their bond.
The living room of the Cullen household buzzed with an unusual energy as the family gathered for game night. Esme, always the organizer, had decided that Monopoly would be a perfect way to end their impromptu party. The coffee table had been cleared, and the infamous game board sat in the middle, surrounded by eager players ready to stake their claim on fictional real estate.
Esme, designated as the banker, shuffled through the colorful money with an amused smile. "Now, remember, this is just a game," she said, her voice warm yet firm. Her gaze lingered pointedly on Emmett and Dean, whose competitive streaks were already on full display.
"Just a game?" Emmett scoffed, flexing his shoulders like he was gearing up for battle. "It's survival of the fittest, Esme. The weak will perish." Dean smirked, rolling his eyes. "Bring it on, big guy. I'll own Boardwalk and Park Place before you can even mortgage your first property."
Across the table, Edward leaned back in his chair, already looking exasperated. "This is pointless," he muttered, shuffling through his initial pile of money with a sigh. "Every game ends the same way—with Emmett flipping the board."
"Only because he's a sore loser," Rosalie chimed in, her crimson lips curling into a sly smile. She picked up her game piece—a sleek silver car—and slid it to the starting position. "Unlike me, who will dominate the board... gracefully."
"Graceful isn't the word I'd use," Edward quipped, earning a sharp glare from his sister.
Alice, meanwhile, was carefully selecting her token, finally settling on the top hat. "I'm only here for the aesthetics," she announced, inspecting the game board with a critical eye. "I'm buying every property with a view worth painting. The rest of you can fight over the ugly stuff."
As the game began, the room filled with the sound of dice clattering against the board and the occasional shuffle of paper money. Carlisle, as steady as ever, maintained a calm demeanor, carefully weighing his decisions and avoiding rash purchases.
Dorothea, seated between Edward and Alice, looked utterly bewildered. She turned the colorful bills over in her hands as if they were foreign objects. "I... I don't understand," she confessed, her voice tinged with confusion. "How does one buy land with these little papers? In my time, it wasn't exactly allowed..."
Edward suppressed a chuckle and leaned closer to his sister. "It's just pretend, Thea. No one's actually buying anything."
"Speak for yourself," Emmett interjected, slamming his token onto a newly purchased property with an air of triumph. "I'm building an empire here!" Dean wasn't about to let that slide. "Not if I bankrupt you first," he shot back, snatching up properties left and right.
