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.

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

grandmother knew my true identity. She loved my mother like her own daughter. I couldn’t believe

tell us

promised me to let you find out on your own. She knew the moment Autumn found out; her

the tears at his words. I loved her plenty. I cried a lot when she

listened to you, grandfather,” Atticus confessed. “Marrying Autumn is the best thing

“didn’t I tell you

nods and grins, “I should listen

. . . .

were back at my home since the mansion was

in my room. His family was staying in some of our guest rooms. We were like one big happy family, at least for now. His parents and my parents were close once more like they’d never

me,” Atticus whispers as he kisses my neck. We were finally settled in my

kisses, “I knew I had to let you win at least one battle on your own.”

kill that witch.” He says in deep thought. “Clarissa

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

just something inside me that wants to keep you away from danger as much

what you mean. I’m always looking

my neck, and my body slowly

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

my cheek, and I happily let him kiss me

else but you. I love you, Autumn. I love you so much. I never

my body, “it feels good to remember everything about you. Like that

blush, and he kisses each of

the bed and climbed onto his

remember from that day?” I whisper as

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

hands grabbed my hips and guided

lower half, and so

pants. I wanted to feel him, and I

forget?” He growls as his grip

on his ear, “but you

“I’m still killing myself inside for forgetting Autumn. I wish I

tell him. “I know it wasn’t your fault. I’m just saying that maybe

the desire in his eyes

gently pull his d**k out of his pants and

hitches, and he

“f**k. Autumn.” He growls.

need a reminder?” I

do, sweetheart.” He whispers like

what it feels like being inside

want to make it easy for him. I wanted him to work for it. Besides, I enjoyed teasing him. I can do this for as long

I was finally where I belonged. It felt like something I should have

as he grinds our bodies

tease his lips and feel his growl

can’t f*****g wait anymore, Autumn.” He hissed as he ripped my clothes

me. Before I

me harder than before. He repeats

you so

me. “I don’t think I’ll ever find the right words to tell you how much I love and need you in

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

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

head from his chest to look at him,