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.

mother was like a daughter to her. She loved her plenty, and she promised to keep a close eye on you. As

this time, Atticus’s grandmother knew my true identity. She loved my mother like her own daughter.

you tell us the

to let you find out on your own. She knew the moment Autumn found out; her life would be in danger. She wanted to make sure that she was ready

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

confessed. “Marrying Autumn is the best thing that

“didn’t I

listen to you more often

. . .

back at my home since the mansion was under construction after

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 even fought to begin with. I was

kisses my neck. We were finally settled in my room, and I was happy to have him all

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

the one to kill that witch.” He says in deep thought. “Clarissa is stronger

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

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

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

my neck, and my body slowly drifts closer to

been mine since the beginning.” I tell him as I tighten my hold

to my cheek, and I happily let

Autumn. I love you so much. I never want to leave your

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

of my fingers, “can

and climbed onto his lap to straddle

do you remember from that day?” I

hitches, “I remember how beautiful you looked. How irresistible you were to me. How hard it

my hips and

against my lower half, and

time you were inside me?” I tease as I unzip his pants. I wanted to feel

could I forget?” He growls as his

ear,

for forgetting Autumn. I wish I

your fault. I’m just

and the desire in his eyes intensifies,

his pants and stroke it

hitches, and he

“f**k. Autumn.” He growls.

need a reminder?” I

sweetheart.” He whispers like

Tell me, Atticus, what it feels like being inside of me?”

wanted him to work for it. Besides, I enjoyed teasing him. I can do this for as long as our need for

felt like drowning, 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

move to my hips as he grinds

his lips and feel his growl against

hissed as he

simultaneously thrusts his d**k into me. Before

before. He repeats that motion, and I happily let

love you so much.”

buries his seed inside of me. “I don’t think I’ll ever find the right words to tell you how much

we both fall onto the bed,

my back with his fingers. We stay like that for a few minutes before he speaks again,

lift my head from his chest to look at him,