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.

happens even though I’m trying the hardest

power. The straps on the table restrict your power and prevent you from using it. No

about my power. Suddenly, I didn’t think he’d kidnapped me while 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 were a lot more complicated than I initially thought

here, to begin with. Because of my power. Why hadn’t 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

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

I whisper. I could barely recognize my voice; the fear was hard to miss. I can tell that he heard it as well. I can sense his happiness 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 didn’t have any other options but

talk about you before we talk about me, shall

think I had a say in this. He was going to tell me even if I said no. He’s quiet as he waits for me to respond, but when I continue to remain silent, he says, “I’ll start by

anything else about my own father. I grew up with him; I knew more about him than this stranger

isn’t some weak billionaire. Your father is a man with incredible power. The kind of power that terrified those around him. There’s no one like

that follows after. He waits for me to say something, but I’m unsure how to respond. This had to

so powerful and people feared him, we would have learned about him at the academy by now. I paid attention to all my classes; I would

be messing with me. But why would he? What would he

of an Azai Reign.” I finally

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

stay calm despite everything that was happening

existed. He’s not my father. I know who my father is. He’s a Rivera, not a Reign. What is the

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

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 attention to it until now. I thought

this Azai Reign, who may or may not be my biological father?”

a baby; I wanted to believe that my life wasn’t a lie all this time. I wanted to believe that this man was lying to me.

this entire time just for me to ask that one question. I held my breath,

our world has

passed. Then

I can’t breathe.

A sorcerer?

A bloody sorcerer?

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 how greedy my power became whenever I

father was a sorcerer, but I couldn’t deny the facts. I had to get my magic from somewhere. And it

she had done an excellent job hiding me from them. Why did

are all questions that I

aura about him that women were quite drawn to. She was the only woman he made the mistake of getting pregnant. He had plans to take over the world and to have one king; he wanted to be the only king. And he would have succeeded

My mother betrayed him?

over the world? And why? Why does anyone need to control

him. He was not someone I wanted to have raised me as a child.

mother betray him?” I question, waiting for

my view, and I had no idea what he looked like. His voice did not sound like an old person; he

other babies. Your mother had triplets. Your other two siblings had the same dark symbol on their arms that your 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

did he mean by that? I didn’t want 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

something like that. I would never fulfill my father’s wishes. I was better than that. I wasn’t perfect,

her after the day she murdered my father and ran. And what about my

had a messed up life. My

I didn’t want to be a part of it. I was happy with my life before they kidnapped me and informed me of things I wish

He did awful things; he wanted to rule the world. That was what he desired the most, and his

used my power to seduce Atticus; I used

that different from my father. This wasn’t

look on your face, I can tell you finally believe me.”

father is dead. My mother and siblings are still missing, and for all we know, they’re also dead, so why the hell do you want me?

a shuffling noise and the sound of a

The light above me is suddenly switched off, and he’s now standing next

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 as I thought he would be. He was quite

age. I was supposed to serve his future children, just like my parents had served him. I made a promise to help finish what he started. To make your father proud of me. I’ve always