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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Edward stood frozen, his gaze downward as he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, "I regret what I said. I just... I can't keep going on like this. Not knowing anything about her. Who is she with? The thought of her forgetting me, it's unbearable."
Dorothea's chest tightened at his words, but a heavy sigh escaped her lips. She was furious with him for his reckless actions, for putting himself in such a vulnerable state. However, hearing him admit to his emotions made her anger ebb away. A small part of her felt relief, but it was quickly replaced by sadness.
This wasn't the Edward she knew.
She glanced up at Jasper, noting how he stood rigid, his expression a mixture of frustration and annoyance. Jasper, torn between the bitterness of the situation and the empathy he felt for his brother, couldn't help but pity him. They'd been through their own hardships, but seeing Edward like this... it hurt.
"Go home, Ed," Jasper said quietly, his tone softer than before. "You look like hell. Dorothea and I will keep an eye on her."
Edward didn't respond at first, but he slowly nodded, too exhausted by the emotional toll of the conversation to argue. His footsteps were heavy as he turned and left without another word. The door closed softly behind him, leaving a lingering tension in the air. Dorothea, still in Jasper's arms, couldn't help but glance at her brother's retreating figure. The pain in his posture, the defeated slump of his shoulders, made her heartache.
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The next day, the tension was still thick in the air. Dorothea found herself constantly glancing at the clock, counting the seconds until Edward's inevitable return to the Volturi. She could feel her worry mounting with each passing moment. Jasper, too, seemed on edge, his eyes flicking to the main doors of the throne room, waiting for the moment his brother would arrive.
By the time the clock struck 5, the entire Volturi court had gathered in the throne room. Caius and Jasper were exchanging sharp words, testing each other's knowledge of history, while Aro sat comfortably on his throne, his fingers idly tracing the edges of a scroll handed to him by an assistant. Marcus and Dorothea were chatting quietly, their laughter mixing with the occasional murmurs of their conversation.
