The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 280

~CARTER~

When I pulled up to the house, I noticed that all the cars were already there. It meant that I was the last one to return home.

I take a deep breath before facing my brothers. When I push the door open, I’m hit with the scent of my mother cooking in the kitchen. Her meals are what brought us together every night. No matter where we were, we came home in time to enjoy the dinner that she made.

Our family portrait was laid proudly on the wall. One of the largest portraits I’d ever seen. It was the first thing every guest saw when they entered our mansion. It was our parent’s pride and joy.

Almost everyone who entered our home stopped and stared at the portrait before moving forward. For me, I’d gotten used to that picture by now.

I walked down the hallway and made a second left; I found my mother exactly where I knew she would be.

“You’re late.” She scolds me. “Your brothers have been singing this in my head for the past hour. Where have you been?”

Dropping Clara’s sister home. I don’t say those words out loud. I knew my mother would have plenty to say about that.

“At a party.” It was only partly true.

She sighs, “When will you start getting serious about your life, Carter?”

It wouldn’t be a typical day if my mother didn’t remind me of my poor decisions. I lean over the counter and kiss her on her cheek. It always worked.

She smiles, “They’re waiting on you. After one game, I want everyone inside for dinner.”

land for our leisure, we had a combination of a basketball court, a tennis court, pools, and all you could think about to have

first,

the second he saw

walks up to me, and I

I retort. “Now get the

my chest. “What are

backward as I glare at him. It doesn’t take us more than a few seconds to start grinning at each other.

to alert my other brothers that I was finally

house like a bunch of lunatics. I expected them to be out here waiting

of us and the biggest pain in my ass. We were very competitive about many things; basketball got us the most

older than me and the second born. “Send

this competitive. Always fighting to win. At any sport, whether it be

He was always thinking about his stomach. Ares was the fourth, and he was nineteen years

asks as she tries to read her book on the porch. She’s the calmest amongst

gets everything she wants, and no one can hurt her unless they want her eight

read in your room!” Cole tells her as he joins in on the game

read out here. Can’t you

each other a look we always do when Violet uses her charm on our older brother. He never says no to

and head inside. Mom’s making some honey-glazed turkey for

his

my brothers, and we all take our seats assigned to each of

looks so good, Mom,” I tell her as she fills

is Violet? Why