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 tilted her head back, gazing up at the towering mountain ahead. Its peak seemed to stretch into the clouds, a massive wall of rock and sky that made her feel both awe and a flicker of doubt. The cool breeze swept through her hair, sending a chill down her spine. She shivered slightly, feeling as if the mountain itself were a giant blocking her path, hiding whatever lay beyond.
Ahead, she could see the starting point for the race, and a wave of nervousness washed over her. This wasn't just a friendly competition anymore—it was real.
Jasper was quick to step up beside her, his presence grounding and comforting. He leaned down, brushing his lips against her cheek, his soft kisses bringing a delighted giggle from her lips. Dorothea couldn't help but smile up at him, grateful for his unwavering support. Even though this was supposed to be just a fun game, she knew Jasper wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of her driving—especially without any experience behind the wheel.
"You ready for this?" he asked, his eyebrow raised in playful challenge.
Dorothea gave him a determined nod, her nervousness melting into excitement. "Ready as I'll ever be."
Jasper grinned, his fingers brushing her hand as he started leading her toward the family, who were all gathered by the starting line. As they approached, Dorothea noticed Esme hovering near the edge of the crowd, her face filled with uncertainty. The road looked precarious, and it was easy to see why she was second-guessing the race. A wrong move could send someone off track, and the thought of Dorothea navigating that path alone made Esme visibly anxious.
Carlisle stood close by, speaking calmly to his wife, his reassuring words clearly putting her at ease.
Alice, ever the organizer, stepped forward with a smile, holding up a small board. "Okay, the road can only support two cars at a time," she announced, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Esme and Bella will go first!"
The two women made their way to their cars—Esme slipping into her sleek Porsche Cayman (2005) while Bella hopped into her Ford F-150 Supercrew (2001). Edward and Carlisle moved to accompany their partners in the passenger seats, the air buzzing with anticipation.
Jasper, still holding Dorothea close, led her off to the side of the road. The two of them stood there, arms around each other, watching as the others prepared. Esme looked determined, while Bella seemed confident in her own quiet way.
Alice's eyes flicked up the mountain, catching sight of Dean waving energetically from above. She gave him a nod, signaling everything was set. Emmet, ever the showman, twirled a white cloth above his head, posing dramatically in front of the cars like a grid girl.
The family erupted into laughter, though Jasper instinctively shielded Dorothea's eyes from the spectacle, with Rosalie doing the same. Even though they were lucky Emmet wasn't wearing one of those tight skirts, the sight was still too much to bear.
