The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 77

~AUTUMN~

“I’m not sure I’m doing the right thing, mother,” I whisper. “Atticus hasn’t returned. It’s been hours. I think we should go to them. I know where he is.”

“I’m sure Atticus is okay.” She promises me. “If he were in pain, you would have felt it. The fact that you’re still standing means that he is okay. I’m sure he’s already on his way back home.”

“I’m scared,” I confess. “So many things have happened to us in the past few days; I’m terrified that something will separate us again.”

She hugs me, “if he doesn’t return within half an hour, we will go with you.”

“Thank you, mom,” I tell her as I hug her tightly.

I was restless; I wanted to have him near me as soon as possible.

We’d managed to stop the fire with the help of hundreds of people who were friends with my parents. The mansion was still in a terrible state, but at least it hadn’t completely burned down. The Fawns had enough money to fix it in a short period. Their lives were more important than anything else. I was still hopeful that his parents were okay.

“I hear something,” I shout as I hear a vehicle approaching. I don’t wait for my mother as I storm out of the parking lot and towards the mansion’s entrance.

Atticus is already out of the jeep even before it stops, and my face lights up to see him. I run towards him, and his hands grip my waist as he lifts me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for my life.

“That’s it; I’m never letting you out of my sight again.” I tease him. “I’m so happy that you’re back. Where are your parents?”

“We’re right here, Autumn.” His mother tells me.

Atticus placed me back onto the ground, and I ran towards them. They both hugged me.

“I’m so happy that you’re both okay.”

“And we’re happy that you are. Life wouldn’t have been the same without you in our lives, Autumn. We still believe that you’re the only woman for our son, and we want to give a proper apology for what we’ve put you through when we learned of your background.”

I shook my head, “it’s okay. It’s in the past. I know why you did it.”

Mr. Fawn smiles, “I hope your parents can also forgive us for everything.”

“I think they already did,” I confess as I point toward their home. “It would have been burnt to the ground if they didn’t bring friends to help save what was left of it. I think they’ve already put everything behind them.”

Things in my life were already looking brighter. The Fawns and the Riveras were good friends again. We had all survived the battles thrown our way these past few weeks. And Atticus and I have never been more in love with each other.

“What on earth happened here?” Someone asks behind us.

It was Gerard Fawn. Atticus’s grandfather. He had finally returned.

“Grandfather!” They all called to him as they ran to hug him tightly. He clearly wasn’t aware of anything we’ve been through the past few weeks.

“I leave you guys for a few weeks, and this is what happens?” He demands. “You burnt our home!”

“We have a lot of updates for you,” Atticus informs him.

“Maybe we should start with letting him know my real family’s background,” I tell Atticus.

His grandfather looks at me without a sign of shock on his face, “you’ve finally figured out that your father is Azai Reign.”

We all gasp.

“How did you know this?” I ask, confused.

She loved her plenty, and she promised to keep a close eye

Atticus’s grandmother knew my true identity. She loved my mother like

tell us the

moment Autumn found out; her life would be

at his words. I loved her plenty. I cried a lot when she died. She was also like a grandmother to me.

happy I listened to you, grandfather,” Atticus confessed. “Marrying Autumn is

“didn’t I

“I should listen

.

since the mansion was

like one big happy family, at least for now. His parents and my parents were close once more like they’d

We were finally settled in my room, and I was happy

to let you

wasn’t even the one to kill that witch.” He says in deep thought. “Clarissa is stronger than I expected

in the women of this family.” I tease him. “We can take

can take care of yourself. It’s just something inside me that wants to keep you away

kiss his cheek, “I know what you mean. I’m always looking for ways to keep you safe

neck, and my body slowly drifts closer to

been mine since the beginning.” I tell him as I tighten my hold around his neck. “No one is ever going to step

to my cheek, and I happily let him

yours. I will never willingly want anyone else but you. I love you, Autumn. I love you so much. I never want to leave your side. I can’t wait to

shiver when he runs his hand down my body, “it feels good to remember everything about

and he kisses each of my fingers, “can

down onto the bed and climbed

day?” I whisper as I grind my

you looked. How irresistible you were to me. How hard it was not to touch you in the

my hips and guided my

lower half, and so did my hunger for

I tease as I unzip his pants. I wanted to feel him, and I

I forget?” He growls as

nibbled on his ear, “but you did

still killing myself inside for forgetting Autumn. I wish I never

not complaining,” I tell him. “I know it wasn’t your fault. I’m just saying that maybe you needed

in his eyes

his pants

he mumbles a

“f**k. Autumn.” He growls.

need a reminder?” I whisper as I tease

think I do, sweetheart.” He whispers like he’s

what it feels

I wanted him to work for it. Besides, I

but in a good way.” He hissed when my fingers tightened around him. “Like I was finally where I belonged. It felt like something I should have been doing for years before. It felt like happiness. For once, I felt like the missing puzzle in

he grinds

and feel his

f*****g wait anymore, Autumn.” He hissed as

cry out when he covers my breast with his mouth and simultaneously thrusts his d**k into me. Before I can

pushes into me harder than before. He repeats that motion, and I happily let him

love you so much.” I cry

my neck as he buries his seed inside of me. “I don’t think I’ll ever find the right words to tell you how much I love and need you in my life.

his, and we both fall onto the bed, “I’ll never

for a few minutes

lift my head from his chest to