The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 9

~ATTICUS~

“You need to get Autumn a ring.” My father tells me. “It has to be appealing to the eyes. Remember, everyone would be looking at her hand. Make them stop and stare. They must know that the Fawns do not play when it comes to things like that.”

I should have expected this is what he wanted to discuss when he called me into his office earlier. Choosing a ring felt like something I should be doing with someone I was in love with; not a woman my family was forcing me to marry. Okay

“She can choose it for herself,” I tell him. “I’ll give her my card.”

The thought of choosing a ring for a woman I didn’t love made me angry.

My father narrows his eyes and twitches his mouth in disapproval. “That will not do. You must choose it together and don’t return home unless it’s one of the most expensive rings in the store.”

I sigh; of course, that’s all he’s concerned about—everyone’s opinion on the ring. The only person’s opinion he should be worried about is Autumn. She’s the one that would be wearing it.

I look at my phone when I receive a notification. It’s from Anya. My heart races at finally getting a reply from her.

I’m not happy with what she’s said, however.

thought you loved me. I was wrong about

My father says to me. “You’re about to marry Autumn, respect her,

asking that from me, father?” I demand. “You already destroyed my life and are forcing me to marry someone that I do not love for the sake of making more money

life like she was nothing. I needed time to come to terms with everything . I needed time to

My father says as he ignores my

her around the house, now can I?” I demand. “She isn’t out of our lives. Whether you like it or not, father, Anya will one

pissed that I just pointed out the obvious to him. He may have succeeded in getting me to marry Autumn, but my brothers were much more stubborn than I was. They would

inform Autumn that you will pick her up at her home in an hour.”

say anything else. Speaking to my father about this entire thing would make me angrier than

grab the car keys from the desk

bounce into him. “You’re not

I ask. “What

pretends to find an answer. “Hmmm, that’s

try to figure out an answer,” I tell him. “I

meet

hide his dislike for Anya. Of course, he will be happy that I was

will come, and you’ll

that.” He responds. “Never to

creeps up on you, and when

times before. It doesn’t take long for me to reach