The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 64

~ATTICUS~

I couldn’t get her out of my head: her pretty eyes, inviting lips, and soft skin. Autumn was everything I always knew that she was and more. I couldn’t believe that the woman I’d always wanted, even when I knew it was wrong, was now my wife.

There were many times in the past when I knew thinking about her was wrong. There were so many times that Autumn stood out to me, and I chose to ignore my feelings because of Anya.

I hate that I couldn’t remember all of the details of marrying her; it’s something I would never wish to forget. It’s crazy to think that so many things happened and were all missing from my memory. If I didn’t have these feelings for her, I would have never believed any of the articles I’d read.

I still remember the first day my eyes fell on Autumn. She was always a little clumsy since I knew her, and she’d dropped her book onto the ground. She’d trapped me instantly with her innocence and pureness, but something had changed when Anya tapped my shoulder, and I’d looked up at her.

It’s crazy to me how things have changed so much since then. I sometimes wonder, if I was supposed to choose Autumn since that day, what would have happened if Anya had never tapped my shoulder and I had continued to be mesmerized by Autumn instead on that day?

I kept one hand on the steering wheel while I used the other to trace my lips lightly. That was another thing I couldn’t get out of my head.

Kissing her was like racing through the woods in wolf form; it made me feel wild and free, alive, like I had something wonderful to live for.

I’d never felt anything like it before, and it kills me to know that I must have kissed her multiple times before, but I couldn’t remember a single detail of any of it.

Kissing her, touching her, holding her, talking to her.

How far did we take things between us? I could only imagine the torture of spending nights upon nights in the same bed with her. I must have crashed and given in eventually.

The thought of the many times I must have tasted her and gotten lost inside her was eating me alive. I wanted to remember it, what it was like to taste her sweetness. I kept trying to find the memory but f**k me; it was nowhere to be found. I knew it was the last thing I should be thinking about, considering everything we’ve both gone through recently but damn in; I don’t know why I kissed her to awaken all these crazy desires. I couldn’t get her out of my f*****g head.

The alert of my phone ringing forces my thoughts away from her. Finally, I didn’t know how much more of this I could take before racing home to her and begging her to let me get just one taste. Anything to help me remember what it was like.

“Hello,” I answer on the first ring. It was good that I could get a distraction right now. I needed anything to stop me from thinking about Autumn and the things I wanted to do to her. It was dangerous to feel like this when my memory was still messed up from the accident.

“Atticus!” Clarissa shouts on the other end.

I pulled the vehicle to the side of the road; the tone of her voice was enough to tell me that something horrible was happening. There were so many surprises in my life recently that I wasn’t prepared for anything else so soon.

I was only gone for like an hour; what could have happened in that little time?

“What’s wrong?” I demand.

“You need to get home now!” She exclaimed.

“Why?” I ask. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

I needed more answers.

“Our parents found out about Autumn. Anya told them everything. You don’t know the entire truth about her family. She never got the opportunity to tell you. You don’t know who her birth father is, but our parents know the truth now. Get home now before things get worse.”

I don’t need to be told twice; the moment Autumn’s name was mentioned; I’d already spun the car around.

“Atticus!” She shouts. “I know you want to get here back quickly, but please drive safely. We can’t have you getting into another accident. You know what happened the last time you got into one. Autumn had to suffer, don’t push yourself too much. I will be there for Autumn as long as possible until you’re here. You can trust me to try my best to protect her.”

I didn’t know anything about driving slowly when Autumn needed me. I’d promised her earlier that I would protect her; I meant it. Protecting her was more important to me than anything else.

I hung up the call before Clarissa could hear the engine revving; I didn’t want her to panic. I knew I had to get to Autumn, and I wouldn’t do anything to get myself into an accident before I could get to her a second time.

. . . . . . . . . .

~AUTUMN~

The look on the faces of Atticus’s parents is killing me inside. This was exactly what I was afraid of happening. I had to get used to people looking at me like this from now on; whenever anyone found out that my father was Azai, they would react like this. At least not many people my age knew about him, but their parents, on the other hand, would know.

His father repeats. “The sorcerer Azai

over and over again. There was a time in my life when I didn’t even know a name like that existed; everything was much better back then. My parents did the right thing by keeping the truth from me. I was angry with them

question, reminding me of where I was. I understand now why they sent Atticus away. His mother never needed him to

it. But there was nothing

forehead like she was about to faint from this

She exclaims. “Azai! AZAI is

Riveras. How did they even pull this off? She was pregnant with

They answered most of my questions, but there were still some things that I didn’t know everything

as their daughter properly. And she wasn’t even a newborn then. We thought they wanted their privacy, but not once would I have thought it wasn’t even

parents keep this lie

lie that any parent would ever want

it was our secret to keep!” My father says from the entrance. “She’s our daughter. We had a right to keep it a secret to protect her from everyone who would want to

here as well? Who called them? Who told them that I might need their help? Were they keeping an eye on me? It must have been the

the daughter of an evil, power-hungry sorcerer! How could you do this to us? I thought we were more than business partners. I thought you were our

with that information? Would you have treated her the same way you did before finding

matter how we would have responded to the truth in the past. All that matters is that you lied and broke the trust that we once had. We’re cutting all business ties with you and your family.” Mr. Fawn shouts. “I can’t have liars this close

father demands. “We never needed you, to begin with.

apart in front of my eyes. They were ending their relationship because of me. They were becoming enemies because of me. I didn’t want that to happen. They were supposed to remain friends. How could Atticus and I stay

at me. It hurt to see her look at me in that way when she was usually very kind to me. “How could you lie to us? Why didn’t you tell us the truth? You kept this to yourself just like your parents did. You lied to us and broke

into this!” My mother shouts as she joins my father. “She didn’t know anything up until recently. We kept the truth from her for her safety. She never lied to you. She only found out after getting kidnapped. If there’s anyone to blame,

were my adoptive ones. The truth hurts, and I’m sorry that you think we betrayed you, but that was never our intention. My parents kept it a secret from not only you but me as well; they kept it a secret from everyone they knew to protect me from the danger lurking. You don’t have to cut them off because of it. If it were your child, you would have done

Fawns look at each other for a

that you tried to

bring that up to them without

to her. I hate just looking at her face. How could I have once considered her my friend? Why did I not see the truth like everyone else had so long ago? Everyone seemed to

I still wasn’t sure where she had disappeared to

speaking to Autumn, not you, Clarissa.” Mrs. Fawn

you ask Anya what she did

Mr. Fawn scolds her. “We want to hear from Autumn. Let her speak and tell us exactly what happened

quiet. I’m happy that he did;

it, amongst many other things. Anya knew this; she knew how scared I was of water, especially from a deep pool. She intentionally pushed me into it and

into the pool. She blamed me right after because of it, but I swear to you, I never touched her. Before I could jump into the pool and save her, Atticus jumped into it and pulled her out. I didn’t have a chance to help her. I’m not at fault

to kill me

to accept that they were suddenly treating me like an outsider because of who my father was. My parents warned me that this would happen. Even now, I still wanted to believe that the Fawns weren’t this unreasonable. Atticus’s grandmother would have listened to me. She would have heard what I had to say. And his grandfather, he was away on a business trip, but if he was here, I just knew that he would have listened to

kill her?” His

My eyes widen, “I—”

a monster like my father was. I couldn’t blame them, even I,

to kill her?” Mr. Fawn asks, waiting

to kill

change that. I still felt guilty over it. I didn’t want to be just like Anya or like my father.

was so scary. The water behind her in the pool was at her command; her eyes were a different color, and she was forcing me to choke myself. She took control of my body. It was the scariest day of my life, and I would never want anyone else to experience what I had to endure. Autumn needs to be removed from your family. If she stays, she will harm Atticus; your entire family will be in danger because of her. She

to defend myself. It was true that I often lost control of my body whenever my emotions got the best of me. It was not

everyone around him. He threatened the

know. She would never intentionally

has that same power; I’m not saying she’s just as bad as him, but with power like that, it will eventually take her over; it will consume her just like it did to her father. Autumn cannot be a part of this family anymore. She doesn’t belong here. I’m sorry, Autumn, but the well-being and safety of my family will always come first. I’ve always made difficult decisions to protect them. It’s what a mother

got a chance to be together, someone kept trying to keep us apart. I

to stop her multiple times before; I could do it

their decision later down in life. You’re nothing like your father. I am your mother; I stood by your side and watched you grow into a beautiful young woman. I’ve seen you cry after seeing others get hurt. I’ve seen you fight for what is right. I’ve never met a kinder child than you, do not listen to them; your father does not define who you are as a

Atticus’s parents needed to know that I loved him. They needed to know that I would try everything I could to be nothing like Azai. I never had the chance to be around and spend time with him; he never had the opportunity to turn me into him. I was raised to

want to be separated from Atticus again. His memory is still missing. He’s trying to remember what we had, and I don’t want to leave when he’s already suffering from the accident. Please try and understand that I will try my very best to be nothing like Azai. Ever since I met Atticus, he’s always been the most important person in my life. I will never hurt him. I love him. I love Atticus, and I want to stay by his side for the rest of my life. Please do not separate us because of who my father is. I’m begging you. Please don’t do this to us. Atticus respects you; he always listens to you; I’ve always admired that about him. Don’t give him a choice where he has to

us. But my words are not

has grown quite attached to you. I know he isn’t going to make this easy for us, but I must try. I love him also; I want what’s best for him. If you truly love my son, you will leave him. I don’t think you understand just how dangerous your real family is. You’re a danger to the people around you. Atticus will forever be in danger because of you. We don’t know the exact details of the accident, but Atticus was chasing Azai’s men when it happened. Maybe they’re somehow responsible for the accident that almost killed my son. That’s the kind of danger he will constantly be

respond when I hear something dragging down the staircase,

at the bottom of the stair with a suitcase in her hands. “You can take all of this and leave now. We’re all doing this for Atticus. You claim to love him, but we love him more. We know how to

was always behaving like she was his wife instead of me. Apparently, hurting her that day hadn’t done enough to keep her out of