The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 155

Book 2 Chapter 78

~CLARISSA~

“Who are you?” I scream. “Why are you here?”

Damon’s arms are tight around me. I lean more into him, terrified of what is about to happen. There were so many of them, at least fifteen men surrounding us.

After the banging on the door earlier, they broke it down before we had even gotten a chance to open it. Then they’d dragged us outside. Damon fought hard until he’d gotten me into his arms again, but I wasn’t sure how long it would be before they’d dragged me away from him again.

Now it seemed like they were playing with our emotions. They could take me; with the amount of them, I knew they could drag me away from him if they really wanted to. However, it seemed as though these men had plenty to say before they tried to attack us.

There’s a tattoo on the side of their neck, continuing down their arm. Something about it seemed familiar to me.

Where have I seen it before? If I hadn’t seen it, I knew I’d at least heard about it. My brain was not functioning properly, and it was because of the fear in my heart. I was terrified that these people would harm my mate. I was terrified of what they were capable of doing. I knew nothing about them, but they seemed to know me.

eyes that creeped me out; they stared at me like I was their

here because of you, Clarissa.” The leader says, at least that’s what he introduced himself as earlier. “Like I’ve said to you before. It seems as though you

even closer than before.

of me, a tiny piece, felt like I knew them. Like I knew all of

for me? Please give me an explanation for all of this. Do you even

I

But where?

very own princess Clarissa. And yes, I know who your family is Clarissa. They aren’t important. There is nothing

in disbelief. “Are you insane? Your princess? Is

i***t trying to mess with us? Maybe someone found out about my relationship with Damon, someone other than our family, and

She also gave me a lot of trouble. However, she was much easier to kidnap. All it took was one cloth over her face, and she was unconscious. You didn’t give us the chance

My sister?

in

don’t know who you’re talking about,” I confess. “I was adopted, and I know nothing about my real

but not a sister. These people were insane. I had to find a way to call for help. I couldn’t wait for

send a message to Autumn. It was just one word, ‘help,’ but I knew it would be enough to get her to come for