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.

the broken pieces. I had to pick up the pieces of Clarissa’s broken heart and somehow find a way to put them back together, to make it whole again. But I knew she wouldn’t let me, not with the way she was looking at me in disbelief. She never expected this from me; I

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

grandfather had just joined and were catching up on what was happening. My whole family

to my parents. Why did Anya do this? Why did she make

time, her voice breaks, tugging at my heart. It took all

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

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 of me,

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

“Let’s take this into the family room.

I also knew that this discussion could never be

my mother. Even though Clarissa was adopted, I don’t think she 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

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

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 brother and I don’t see a

stomach? I didn’t see her as my sister. I could never see

how to feel at a time like this. She sees my anger and quietly moves back without

That’s all my mouth is letting me say—her name.

her cheeks. I did that. I was causing her to cry when it was the last f*****g thing I ever

believe 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 her

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 supposed to find out this

the love in 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 seeing

say it. I didn’t know

it be easier? Why does it feel like someone is tearing my

looks tired and still in shock. She seems like

out of my life. I didn’t

to grab her and bring her back to me. It was taking all of my self-control not to pick her up and take her away from this place—just