The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 99

Book 2 Chapter 22

~DAMON~

This should not hurt this much. It should not f*****g hurt like this. Marrying Anya was supposed to solve everything. It was supposed to make things better. Not worse.

But it was worse. Wasn’t it?

Dante had just stormed out of the house, and I could feel his pain. He was my brother; of course, I could feel his pain. He was hurting, and so was I. But for completely different reasons. He was in despair because of Anya, and I was in pain because of Clarissa.

I didn’t want to be the reason he was like this. I didn’t want to hurt my brother. And I sure as hell didn’t want to hurt Clarissa. But what the hell was the right thing to do? What other choice could I have made to make things better?

I knew from the start that Dante would have reacted badly to the news, so I asked for enough time to explain things to him, but Anya did not give me that time. When we were in the room, she didn’t wait for me, she immediately told him everything. I was not prepared for it at all. Seeing my brother like this was affecting me horribly.

But the real pain, the main reason my heart was squeezing painfully in my chest, was the beautiful woman in front of me. She was staring at me as if I’d just broken her heart into a million pieces.

That was never the intention. I was trying to protect her heart, not break it.

I swallow. It’s the only movement I could allow my body to make right now. It hurts even to breathe while staring at her eyes, now filled with unshed tears.

f**k ME. I can’t believe that I’m the one that’s hurting her like this. In the past, I would kill anyone that made her cry but this time, I was the culprit. I was the asshole making her cry.

Anya was not supposed to break the news like this. I told her to give me time. I told her that I didn’t want to announce it today. Why did she have to do this? I knew it had to happen eventually, but I wasn’t ready to break the news to Clarissa. At least, not like this.

had to pick up the pieces of Clarissa’s broken heart and somehow find a way to put them back together, to make it

her an answer. She’s waiting for me to confirm what Anya said is true. But I can’t seem to form the words in my mouth. I’m suddenly at a loss for words. I don’t want her to hate me. I don’t want her to be disappointed in me. Even though everything Anya said was true, I

can feel all eyes on us. My entire family is standing around us. My parents and grandfather had

break the news to my parents. Why did Anya do this? Why did she

my heart. It took all of my

to my body. “Tell me the truth. Did you agree to

try to find the words. It was one word, just yes, that’s all I had to say, but the moment I did, I knew that everything would change between us. And a part of me, a very sick part

needed things to stay the same. I couldn’t handle the change. It had to

to calm her. “Let’s take this into the family room. We can all talk about it

Calmly. That’s what we needed to do. But I also knew that

fully accepted my parents as hers. And I know that the main reason is partly because of me. I’ve known it for a while, but I’ve been lying to myself. Lying to myself because I wanted to protect her from herself and, most importantly, from me. Those

“I want Damon to tell me the truth. He isn’t saying anything and that could

Anya snaps. “It’s his life. He doesn’t need your consent to decide who he wants to marry. As his sister, you should congratulate him and be happy for him. What are you so upset about, anyway? Can’t you see that marrying me is what he actually wants? I can make him happy; I would think that would, in return, make you happy. You should want the best for your

did that one word make me feel sick to my stomach? I didn’t see her as my sister.

to feel at a time

that’s all I can say. That’s all my mouth is letting me say—her name. I still can’t say that one word that she’s

cheeks. I did that. I was causing her to cry when it was the

you would do this to me.” She says as she continues to look straight into my eyes. She isn’t backing down. She’s showing me exactly what I’m doing to

not supposed to find out this way.” I finally say. “I didn’t want you to find out like this. I know it doesn’t make it better, but you were never

her eyes slowly turned into something I’d never seen before. Hatred. Does she hate me? I cannot live with myself if Clarissa ever decided to hate me. My heart wouldn’t be able to take it. I would drop to the ground and beg her to forgive me if I had to but

to say it. I didn’t know what to say to make her understand that this was the right

the right thing hurt so f*****g much? Shouldn’t it be easier? Why does it feel like someone is tearing my heart straight out of my

my words. She looks tired and still in shock. She seems like someone who’d lost the

felt like I was letting her walk out of my life. I didn’t want

hands tightened into fists at my sides. It was taking all of my self-control not to grab her and bring her back to me. It was