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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"We're relocating?" Dorothea's voice broke the morning silence, laced with a mix of incredulity and frustration. It was early—too early for such heavy decisions, and she had hoped for a return to normalcy.
The quiet monotony of pretending to be regular high school students felt almost comforting after everything. But today was different.
Edward stood at the center of the living room, his posture stiff and resolute, his golden eyes darting from face to face. His suggestion to leave Forks had already unsettled the room, and now the entire family was gathered, listening to his reasoning.
Emmett leaned back on the couch, arms crossed. "Relocating? Seriously?" he asked again, his brow arched in disbelief. Edward didn't answer. His jaw clenched as he continued pacing, clearly wrestling with his own thoughts.
Dorothea, seated beside Jasper, decided to cut through the tension. "I won't stop your decision, Eddy," she began, her tone calm but firm, "but have you really thought this through? You might be doing this for her safety, but have you considered how Bella will feel? You vowed to be there for her."
Her words hung heavy in the air, each syllable deliberate. Edward's head snapped toward her, his eyes briefly softening, but his expression remained conflicted.
"Dorothea has a point," Carlisle added, his voice calm and measured as always. "Give it a day, Edward. You don't have to make this decision right now. And you kids can take the day off from school to think it over."
Edward's lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes flickering with a stubborn resolve that Dorothea recognized all too well. She sighed inwardly, knowing this likely wouldn't change anything. The future was set. Tomorrow, they would be leaving Forks.
Before anyone could say more, Esme offered a gentle smile, redirecting the conversation. "That topic aside... Are you and Jasper ready?" she asked, her voice sweet but tinged with worry.
Dorothea felt the weight of the room's attention shift to her and Jasper. Her fingers instinctively reached for his, intertwining with his knuckles as she answered. "I'm doing well... maybe a little nervous," she admitted, her gaze flicking toward Jasper. She softened her voice, her concern evident as she added, "You don't have to come if you don't want to, Jas. I'd understand."
Jasper turned to her, his expression warm and unwavering. He lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss to her fingers. "I'll follow you anywhere, darling," he said, his Southern drawl making the words even more sincere. A small smile tugged at his lips. "If meeting the Volturi means I can have you entirely as my wife, then I'll gladly go."
Esme and Alice exchanged looks of awe, their faces lighting up at the couple's tenderness. Rosalie, ever composed, gave an approving nod, her arms crossed but her lips curling into a faint smile.
