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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Bella slowly walked down the stairs to the living room, her eyes scanning the space to locate everyone. No family was scattered about, or any at all seemingly occupied with their own activities, but two people stood out—Jasper and Rosalie.
Confused, Bella glanced around and noticed half the family was missing. "Where is everyone?" she asked, her voice carrying across the room, drawing attention to herself. "And Dorothea isn't here either?"
There was something off about them—something that made her wonder if they were conspiring together or just stuck in a mood.
She looked around more carefully, noticing that half the family was missing. "Where is everyone?" Bella called out, her voice loud enough to draw attention. "And Dorothea isn't here either?"
Jasper let out a long, exaggerated growl, rolling his eyes as though something had deeply displeased him. This wasn't aimed at Bella, though; it seemed directed at something—or someone—outside of the room. Rosalie mirrored his exasperation, her eyes narrowing before she raised her fashion magazine to cover her face. She didn't even try to hide her frustration.
The lack of response from both of them only deepened Bella's confusion. What was going on? She turned her gaze toward Carlisle, who was standing at the kitchen counter with a stack of medical papers in hand. He seemed unphased by the commotion.
"Emmet and Dorothea are hosting a tea party," Carlisle replied casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
"A tea party? Emmet?" Bella blinked, genuinely caught between laughter and confusion. Her brain was struggling to process this bizarre piece of information. Emmet? Tea party? Wasn't he the one who enjoyed tackling trees and arm wrestling?
The Cullens had long known that Dorothea had an odd collection of antique dolls, but the idea of Emmet hosting a tea party with them seemed... laughable. The dolls she adored were strange ones—glass-eyed, porcelain-faced dolls with unsettling histories. Bella couldn't help but picture them staring back at her with their cold, lifeless gazes. And to everyone's shock, Emmet had become oddly attached to them, even protective of the bizarre collection.
Jasper and Rosalie had once tried to comfort their partners after a meltdown involving a doll hunt—specifically, when they couldn't find the prized Annabella doll and Robert the Doll, both of which were legends in their strange little world.
Carlisle, ever the voice of reason, had even hidden his credit cards at one point to prevent Emmet and Dorothea from sneaking out to buy more creepy, life-like dolls.
"Yes, Emmet is hosting a tea party," Carlisle continued, his voice steady and even. He pointed to the two sulking figures nearby—Jasper, who was clearly disgruntled, and Rosalie, who was glaring at the world with an intensity that suggested she was about to scorch it with her stare. "And these two," Carlisle gestured at them, "have been kicked out."
