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.

ease her into it. I wanted to make sure that she was ready to hear this announcement. Anya had beaten me to it, and now I had to pick up the broken pieces. I had to pick up the pieces of Clarissa’s broken heart and somehow find a way

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 didn’t

is standing around us. My parents and grandfather had

still had no clue how to break the news to my parents. Why did

me,” Clarissa whispers; this time, her voice breaks, tugging at my heart. It took all of my self-control not to reach forward and gently cup her face

in that tone that does weird, painful things to my body. “Tell me the truth. Did

moment I did, I knew that everything would change between us. And a part

the

tries to calm her. “Let’s take this into the family room.

do. But I also knew that this

a while,

talk about it now.” She adds as she glares at me. “I want Damon to tell me the truth. He isn’t saying anything and that

doesn’t owe you any explanations.” 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

me feel sick to my stomach? I didn’t see her as my sister. I could

wrong time. She doesn’t get to tell Clarissa how to feel at a time like this. She sees my anger and quietly moves back without adding

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

squeezes some more when I see the tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. I did that. I was causing her

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 her by agreeing to marry

say. “I didn’t want you to find out like this. I know it doesn’t make it better, but you were

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

that I want to tell her. So much more, but I don’t know how to say it. I didn’t know

the right thing hurt so f*****g much? Shouldn’t it be easier? Why does it feel like someone

doesn’t try to say anything in response to my words. She looks tired and still in

walks away from me. I felt like I was letting her walk out of my life.

and bring her back to me.