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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Jasper and Dorothea were tangled together on the bed, their room alive with her melodic giggles and his deep, velvety chuckles. The day's plan was set—baseball, a Cullen family favorite—and the weather was perfect for it. But getting Jasper ready seemed to be an impossible task.
"Jasper, you need to get ready," Dorothea said through a breathless laugh, her hands futilely pushing against his naked chest. "We'll be in so much trouble if you're not dressed by the time they're ready to leave."
"Ten more minutes won't hurt anyone, darling," Jasper drawled lazily. He was shirtless, his lean frame warm against hers as he played idly with her hair, his fingers weaving through the strands with practiced ease.
Dorothea tried again to escape his unyielding embrace, but her efforts were fruitless. "You're impossible," she huffed, her cheeks flushed from laughter.
Her protests only encouraged Jasper further. Growing bored with her feigned resistance, he resorted to mercilessly tickling her sides. Her laughter turned high-pitched and frantic as they rolled around on the bed, Dorothea squirming to avoid his hands.
Their playful moment came to an abrupt halt when Edward's distinct, exaggerated cough echoed from the doorway.
Jasper let out a low, exasperated sigh, reluctantly releasing Dorothea to stand and hunt for his shirt. Dorothea straightened herself, brushing back her tousled hair as she turned to address their unwelcome audience.
"What's wrong, Eddy?" she asked with a playful smile, though her tone carried a hint of curiosity.
Edward leaned casually against the doorframe, his expression composed. "I've invited Bella to play with us today," he announced, his words laced with an underlying firmness.
Dorothea and Jasper froze, their playful energy dissipating in an instant. They exchanged a glance, both already picturing the potential chaos this decision could bring. "A-Are you sure about that, Eddy?" Dorothea asked cautiously, her voice soft yet edged with concern. "Maybe next time would be better—"
Edward's face hardened, his normally composed features showing a rare flash of irritation. Jasper, picking up on his brother's emotions, narrowed his eyes in response, his golden gaze sharp.
"Stop it," Edward snapped. "Why can't you all just be happy that I've found someone I want to spend the rest of my life with? And don't start with the nomad excuse—Alice has already seen they're leaving the country."
Dorothea blinked, caught off guard by the sudden intensity in his tone. She hesitated, questioning whether she'd come across as colder than she intended. But chooses not to, "It's not that we're not happy for you, Eddy," she tried, her voice soothing. "It's just... it's not entirely safe. The nomads are still out there somewhere, and you know how unpredictable they can be."
