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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Dorothea let out a small, unintentional gasp, her breath hitching at the sound of that deep, wickedly familiar voice so close to her ear. It was a voice she never expected to hear today—one that carried the weight of memories both cherished and painful.
Swiftly turning around, she was met with a sight that made her heart tighten. Aro Volturi stood before her, exuding his usual air of regality, clad in his signature black and crimson robes that trailed behind him like a shadow. His black hair was slicked back, framing his eerily pale face, and his lips curled into a smirk that was both knowing and amused.
"Aro, you came," she whispered, still caught between disbelief and nostalgia.
"That is true, my dear," he replied smoothly, his voice carrying that familiar, lilting amusement.
A soft giggle escaped her lips, more out of the absurdity of the moment than anything else. Just as she was about to say something else, the grand oak doors of the Cullen estate were pulled open, revealing the breathtaking sight of her wedding venue.
An enchanted forest theme, just as Alice had envisioned.
The setting was mesmerizing—twinkling lights hung from towering trees, casting a golden glow over the scene. The floral arrangements were delicate yet grand, blending seamlessly into the ethereal ambiance. A pathway lined with petals led straight to the altar, where Jasper stood, frozen in shock at the sight before him.
Dorothea noticed his sharp intake of breath, his golden eyes wide as they took her in—the woman he was about to marry, dressed in elegance, standing arm-in-arm with the head of the Volturi.
A ripple of confusion spread through the guests. The Cullens, standing near the front, were visibly agitated. Carlisle seemed to be trying to calm Esme and Alice, both of whom were clearly flustered. Edward and Emmett looked equally baffled, arguing amongst themselves about Aro's unexpected presence.
Dorothea watched with amusement as their expressions shifted from frustration to sheer astonishment when Aro gracefully stepped forward, his hand placed lightly over hers as he led the procession toward Jasper. The murmurs among the vampire guests only grew louder.
Whispers flitted through the air.
"The Volturi? Personally giving away the bride?"
"What is Aro's connection to her?"
"Look at how he holds himself—there's something deeper between them."
Dorothea ignored the gossip, keeping her gaze ahead. Despite the confusion and whispers, she was smiling, and Aro—despite his usual eerie demeanor—looked almost... proud.
As they neared Jasper, she finally spoke in a hushed yet sincere voice.
"I know you won't forgive me for everything, but I'm truly grateful you're the one sending me off instead of Carlisle, Aro," she admitted, glancing up at him. Aro chuckled, the sound rich and knowing. "It took quite a bit of persuading to convince Carlisle to leave his post. Your new family is fiercely protective of you."
