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.

of Atticus and Autumn, for instance. Atticus wasn’t happy with our decision for him to marry her, and his trust and obedience were why he listened to our words. Now, he cannot live without her. I know it may seem like we’re in the wrong again, but in

my parents are getting through to me. She’s terrified that I would leave her and listen to

squeezed her hand to assure

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.

leave.” She tells Clarissa. “Please, you

was insane how much they acted like sisters. None of my brothers were begging me to leave. They were all pissed at me, all except Griffin. However, he wasn’t stopping me either. I think he

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

I’d done in

she’d gotten a single bruise earlier, there would

I wasn’t even sure she believed us. As far as I knew, Willow could be feigning innocence as Anya had.

to be anything like Anya. I was reading too much into

we walked over to our rooms separately. So far, no

clothes were packed, and my parents were waiting

right. You’ll live a very difficult life if you leave

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