The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 47

~AUTUMN~

I don’t know where I am, but I know this is the worst way to wake up.

My hands are strapped to a table, and bright white lights are above my head. I tried to move, pulling against the straps, but it was no use; nothing was working.

Where the hell am I? I couldn’t see anything because of the lights, which made me panic more than before.

The last thing I remembered was being dragged from the jeep and someone placing a cloth over my mouth. I tried to call for help from Atticus, but Anya had blocked his view of me. And he hadn’t been looking in my direction either.

I remember feeling terrified, trying to catch anyone’s attention. It was the one time I wanted eyes to be on me, and magically no one was seeing what was happening to me. No one saw me being kidnapped. I was reliving the horror, and it made me feel worse than I already did.

I saw Anya saying something to Atticus.

That’s the last thing I remembered before everything went black. Now I’m awake and strapped to a table with no idea how long I’ve been here.

There were multiple machines around me, I could hear them, and I wasn’t sure what they were used for. A shiver runs down my spine as I wonder if those things will be used on me.

I was trying to stay positive, but no matter how I looked at it, this wouldn’t be easy on me.

“Look who’s finally awakened.”

The voice echoed throughout the room, and my body went completely still. I didn’t recognize the sound; it wasn’t anyone I’d ever met.

That crossed out any of our known enemies being responsible for my kidnapping. So then, who was this? What did he want with me? It was a male’s voice; I was sure of that part, at least. But it didn’t make me feel any better.

“Who are you?” I demand. “Where am I?”

“The question you should be asking yourself is, who are you? Do you even know who you are, Autumn Rosetta Reign?”

He was still far from my sight; his voice was the only thing that let me know I wasn’t alone in the room.

“That’s not my name.” I snap. “I’m Autumn Rivera Fawn. I don’t know who’s Autumn Rosetta Reign and quite frankly, that’s none of my business. Just get me out of here! I don’t want to be here! You have no right taking me without my consent!”

He chuckles, “you’re not leaving here without my permission. Not today, not ever. Your mother did an outstanding job at hiding you from us. If I had the opportunity to see her again, I’d tell her what a great job she did. Who would have thought that you were given to a billionaire and given a normal life to live like all those privileged rich kids? Not that it mattered since we still found you in the end. I rather find you at this age where you can be of assistance to us than when you’re still just a child.”

This man was insane. It’s the only explanation I had for the nonsense that he was speaking. I wasn’t given to a billionaire; I’m the daughter of billionaires; he has to have me confused with someone else.

Was there someone else that looked just like me and had the name Autumn? The more I thought of his words, the more I was convinced that I had been kidnapped by a lunatic.

“I’m sorry that you have me confused with someone else. This is just some small misunderstanding. Can you please let me leave so there won’t be any trouble? You don’t know my family. They will be searching for me. I’m sure there are already hundreds of people looking for me. My parents, Atticus, his parents, his siblings, my siblings, my friends, the academy, everyone will be out trying to find me. If you let me go, I’ll let this slide. If you don’t, things will get very difficult for you.” I warn him.

I was trying to intimidate him. I hoped that if I tried hard enough, he would feel pressured into letting me go. However, the chances were not very high.

“I’m very aware that people are searching for you.” He informs me. “But you’re out of luck. They can’t find you where we are. We’re underground, you see. Not many people know about us. We stay hidden. And we’ve been waiting for you for a long time, princess.”

Princess?

I was getting a freaking headache from every word coming out of this freak’s mouth. Who did he think he was? He had to be crazy to mess with me, knowing who my family was.

“This is your last chance to let me go,” I growl. I didn’t want to show him my power, but if it were the only way to break free from his hold, I would do it. I was desperate to get away from him. I was desperate to return home to the people that loved me.

He laughs, “what can you do? Show me what you can do, and maybe then I’ll consider letting you go. Come on, Autumn Reign. Impress me. Let me see what you got.”

That was it. I hope he eats his words after I’m done with him.

spell to free myself. I barely knew how to control my power, but I was willing to do anything at all right now. However, nothing happens even though I’m trying the hardest I’ve ever done before. It shouldn’t

you can’t use your power. The straps on the table restrict your power and prevent you from using it. No matter how

thinking I was someone else; it seemed like he knew more about me than I knew about myself. I was even more terrified now that I knew things

I thought of that at first? The machines made sense now; the probability of them being used on me had just increased. I felt dizzy. I didn’t know how to help myself. I didn’t know what to do to get my freedom once

very quiet. Do you realize now that you can’t escape unless I

from all the way over here. He knew that he had trapped me. He knew that I was at his mercy. That’s what he wanted all along, for me to realize that I

before we talk about me,

say in this. He was going to tell me even if I said no. He’s quiet

I didn’t need to know anything else about my own father. I grew up

Your father is a man with incredible power. The kind of power that terrified those around him. There’s no one like him, no one of his kind that can beat that kind

follows after. He waits for me to say something, but I’m

the hell was Azai Reign? Why was I now hearing about him? If he was so powerful and people feared him, we would have learned about him at the academy by now. I paid attention to all my classes;

had to be messing with me. But why would he?

an Azai Reign.” I finally

to pretend like he never existed after his death. They burned every single paper that had his name on it, burned every picture. They shut his worshippers up and promised to destroy their lives if they ever spoke a word about him. They did everything possible to wipe every

took a deep breath, trying to stay calm despite everything that was happening around

snap. “We’ve never heard of him because he never existed. He’s not my father. I know who my father is. He’s a Rivera, not a Reign. What is the purpose of this lie? What do you want

you are his daughter. You look just like him. You look more like him than you look like your mother. Have you never wondered why your family all look so different from you? Has it never bothered you that your so-called siblings all had similarities to

I didn’t look like either of my parents, and I also had no resemblance to any of my siblings, even though my parents often tried to convince me that I did. I never had any reason to pay

Azai Reign, who may or may

man was lying to me. However, I couldn’t be naive. I had to listen to

waiting this entire time just for me to ask that one question. I held

the greatest sorcerer our world

passed. Then another. And

I can’t breathe.

A sorcerer?

A bloody sorcerer?

this where I got my power from? Was this why the power was beginning to consume me so much that I wanted to use it to get whatever I wanted whenever I was around Atticus? It terrified me

I couldn’t deny the facts. I had to get my magic from

He mentioned that she had done an excellent job hiding me from them. Why did she try to hide me? What did they want from me? Why

questions that

She fell hard for him; he had that dark aura about him that women were quite drawn to. She was the only woman he made the mistake of getting pregnant. He had plans

My mother betrayed him?

he truly want to take over the world? And why? Why does anyone need to control

this story was indeed true, I was happy that I never had the chance to meet him. He was not someone I wanted to have raised me as a child. There is no telling

did my mother betray him?” I question, waiting for

he looked like. His voice did not sound like an old person; he

father had. A symbol of the control the dark magic would have on them and the power they would have within. You were the only one that wasn’t born with the symbol. Your father felt that you were weak because of it and wanted to get rid of you. He never wanted to have a weak child. Azai underestimated your mother; he confided in her and told her the one way to kill him. She knew where to find the weapon, and while he was asleep one night, she murdered him before he could ever try harming you. Then she ran with you and your siblings; no one knows where the four of you disappeared after that until now. Because you used your

to be a part of evil. And that’s what they were. Evil. Anyone that desired to take control over the world because of their greed for power was evil in my

never join something like that. I would never fulfill my father’s wishes. I was better than that. I wasn’t perfect, but I wasn’t evil either. I knew that much about

what happened to my mother? He claimed that they never found her after

before my eyes. My parents weren’t my true parents. And my birth parents had a messed up life. My mother fell for an evil sorcerer and had triplets, I was one

a part of it. I was happy with my life before they kidnapped me

he wanted to rule the

knowing about him. I used my power to seduce Atticus; I used my power that

father. This wasn’t good.

look on your face, I can tell

dead. My mother and siblings are still missing, and for all we know, they’re also dead, so

the sound of a chair hitting the

finally coming towards me. The light above me is suddenly switched off, and

on the tattoo on the side of his neck that traveled down to his left arm. It’s a tattoo of a serpent. My gaze travels to his face, and I’m faced with bright green eyes and a harsh jawline. He had a straight nose, a scar on his forehead, and a stubborn mouth. He wasn’t as bad looking

my leader. I was only nine when your mother killed him. He was who I looked up to, and he also trained me at a young age. I was supposed to serve his future children, just like my parents had served him. I made