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 was very close to you. I convinced Atticus to marry you because that’s what she wanted. She wanted you to marry into our family. Your biological mother was like a daughter to her. She loved her plenty, and she promised to keep a close eye on you. As you grew up, she fell in love with you like you were her own granddaughter. She knew who you were since the beginning because your mother told her

knew my true identity. She loved my mother like her own daughter.

tell us the truth?” Atticus

own. She knew the moment Autumn found out; her life would be in danger. She wanted

tears at his words. I loved her plenty. I cried a lot when she died. She was also like a grandmother to me. Not many had a

Atticus confessed. “Marrying Autumn is

“didn’t I tell

listen to you more often from now

. .

my home since the mansion was under construction after

least for now. His parents and my parents were close once more like they’d never even fought to begin with.

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

kisses, “I knew I had to let you win at least

one to kill that witch.” He says in deep thought.

women of this family.” I

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

I’m always looking for ways

my neck, and my body slowly drifts closer

my hold around his neck. “No one is ever

moves his lips 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 spend the rest

he runs his hand down my body, “it feels good

he kisses each of my fingers, “can you be more

pushed him down onto the bed and climbed

I whisper as

beautiful you looked. How irresistible you were to me. How hard it was not to

when his hands grabbed my hips

my lower half, and so did my

his pants. I wanted to feel him, and I didn’t want to wait

could I forget?” He growls as his grip

on his ear, “but you did forget.

killing myself inside for forgetting Autumn. I

“I know it wasn’t your fault. I’m just saying that maybe you needed a reminder, that’s

pauses, and the desire in his eyes intensifies,

out of his pants and stroke it a

hitches, and he mumbles a few curse

“f**k. Autumn.” He growls.

a reminder?” I whisper as I

sweetheart.” He whispers like he’s in

it feels like being inside

to make it easy for him. I wanted him to work for it. Besides, I enjoyed teasing him. I

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.

he grinds our

and feel

hissed as

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

before. He repeats that

so much.” I cry

me. “I don’t think I’ll ever find the right words to tell you how

body drops onto his, and we both fall onto the

his fingers. We stay like that for a few minutes before he speaks again, “there’s

his chest to