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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The wedding was perfect. Almost too perfect. The soft golden lights hanging from the trees, the scent of fresh flowers weaving through the crisp evening air, the quiet hum of laughter and clinking glasses—it was the kind of moment that felt frozen in time.
And yet, in the farthest corner of the reception, hidden beneath the canopy of trees, Jasper and Dorothea were locked in a silent battle.
"Tell me you're joking," Jasper murmured, his voice low but edged with something sharp, something dangerously close to anger. His grip on her wrist was firm but not harsh, fingers pressing just enough to hold her in place as if trying to anchor himself through her.
Dorothea didn't flinch, didn't pull away. Her golden-red eyes held his unwaveringly. "You know I'm not."
Jasper exhaled sharply, releasing her wrist as if she burned him. He stepped back, jaw tight, his entire frame coiled with tension. "You saw it?"
Dorothea gave a small, deliberate nod. "She's going to get—" His expression barely shifted, but she felt it—the way his entire presence locked up, his mind racing behind his carefully controlled mask. When he finally spoke, his voice was dangerously quiet. "No."
"Jasper—"
"No." The word snapped like a whip between them. He cut a sharp glance toward the reception, scanning for any sign of Edward or Alice, making sure neither of them were listening. They had been careful, keeping their thoughts guarded, ensuring not even Alice would peek in at this moment.
Dorothea's voice softened, but it didn't waver. "But it will."
Jasper shook his head, his fingers twitching at his sides as if resisting the urge to run a hand through his hair in frustration. "Do you have any idea what that means? That thing inside of her—"
"That thing is Bella's baby," Dorothea interrupted, her tone firm yet quiet, as if she knew she was stepping into dangerous territory. "And I won't let anyone hurt her."
Jasper's golden eyes flashed, his expression darkening. Anger? Fear? Both? "You don't understand what this could do to her."
Dorothea held her ground. "And you don't trust me?"
His jaw clenched. "Don't twist my words."
"Then listen to me." She stepped closer, searching his face, trying to break through his walls. "I've seen it, Jasper. Everything will be fine."
Jasper let out a sharp, humorless laugh—a breath of disbelief. "You think that because of a vision? Visions change, Dorothea. You know that better than anyone. Yours changes too that's why we check them every week."
Dorothea swallowed, her own frustration bubbling beneath her calm facade. "Some things are constant. Bella's future with her child is one of them."
