The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 152

Book 2 Chapter 75

~DAMON~

“What are you saying?” My mother demands. “You can’t leave. This is your home. This is both of your homes. You belong here.”

“You’re thinking irrationally.” My father insists. “We love both of you and are only trying to do what’s best for you. Damon, think about what you’re doing. If you love Clarissa like you say you do, why would you want to put her through the pain that you know will follow when others learn of your relationship with her?”

My jaw clenches at his question. That one question has always bothered me because it’s something that I’ve asked myself multiple times in the past.

My fear of what would happen when everyone learned of my love for her almost made me lose her. I’ve learned from my mistakes. I was not going to let these fears run my life. When that time came, I would deal with it. For now, I only wanted a place where Clarissa and I could feel at home. It wasn’t here anymore; I felt judged by the people I loved the most, and I knew Clarissa felt the same way.

“Will you accept our love for each other?” I ask my parents. “Will you allow us to be together in your home?”

They looked at each other, and I knew the answer before they said it.

later realized that we were right. In the case of Atticus and Autumn, for instance. Atticus wasn’t happy with our decision for him to marry her, and his trust and obedience

to me. She’s terrified that I would leave her and listen to their words. I felt like punching myself in the face for ever making her feel like there

squeezed her hand to assure her that

the best for the both of us, but I also know that you’re wrong about this,” I tell them. “I won’t let you or anyone else stop me from being with Clarissa. The rumors, the glares, the judgments, I could handle all of it. However, I cannot handle losing

Autumn blocks our way.

tells Clarissa. “Please,

to leave. They were all pissed at me,

was still throwing daggers my way, and Dante looked like he wanted

for what I’d done in the past. I was not okay with him almost

a single bruise earlier, there would

story. She didn’t know much about Anya at all. All she knows is what was said while she was around, but I wasn’t even sure she believed us. As far as I

thought out of my head. She didn’t seem to be anything like Anya. I was reading too much

walked over to our rooms separately. So far, no one has tried

my parents were waiting for us

do this, son.” My mother begs. “This isn’t right. You’ll live a very

like our blood. You are connected to us. I know you’ve never fully given your heart to us, but we have given