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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It's 2005 now, and the Cullens have been settled back in Forks for two years. Their lives, to an outsider, appear calm, almost monotonous, but for them, immortality is an ongoing, never-ending stretch of time with fleeting moments of excitement.
The small town offers little of interest, and their family avoids becoming too integrated into the community. Carlisle still practices at the local hospital while Esme spends time indulging in her passion for interior design and gardening. Edward spends hours on the grand piano, completely lost in the music, while Emmett and Rosalie spin and twirl in playful dance.
Dean, ever the mechanic, is outside working on a rusted-out car he salvaged, while Alice moves about the house, tending to the garden and arranging flowers. Dorothea lies with her head in Jasper's lap, resting from the strain of her latest training session.
Jasper's soft fingers thread through her long, red locks, absentmindedly playing with her hair as he reads aloud from a book—a fantasy romance, her favorite genre. The tranquility of their home is a soothing contrast to the chaotic emotions they are all capable of experiencing. But today, peace is fleeting.
Alice, who has been unusually quiet, suddenly drops a vase. The crash of the ceramic shatters the stillness, and everyone immediately turns their attention toward her. Dean is the first to reach her side, his grip gentle but firm as he holds her hand, his eyes scanning her for any sign of distress. "What's wrong, Alice? Another vision?" he asks, concern clouding his voice.
Alice hesitates, her gaze drifting to Edward. Without a word, their eyes meet, and within moments, Edward's expression darkens, his jaw tightening in a way that immediately unsettles the room. Without another glance at anyone, he storms out, his long strides echoing through the house.
The tension is palpable. Everyone exchanges confused glances, unsure of what's just transpired. Dorothea, her curiosity piqued, sits up from her comfortable position on Jasper's lap. She shifts, leaning her chin on his shoulder as she glances over at the others. While Jasper wasn't interested as he marks down the page of the book he held. "She's in town. She seems... nice?"
Carlisle, ever the patient father, eyes Dorothea with concern. "What do you mean, child?"
Dorothea doesn't answer directly, her gaze drifting to Alice, who, with a sigh, steps forward. "Edward did behold her within his future. Isabella Swan. She is... well, she is not Edward's mate, but she is something entirely different. She is his singer."
Jasper stiffens at the mention of Isabella's name. He's never been one to trust the allure of humans, and the idea of one who could somehow attract his family's attention—the wrong kind of attention—makes him uneasy.
Dorothea shares his discomfort, but her curiosity wins out. She gives him a knowing look before standing up and motioning for him to follow her outside. Without a word, they slip away into the woods, their thoughts a silent agreement to explore the situation further.
