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.”

With ten acres of land for our leisure, we had a combination of a basketball court, a tennis

basketball court was first, right next

he saw me. “Why do you always keep

to me, and I

you to wait.” I retort. “Now get the f**k out

my chest. “What are you going

at him. It doesn’t take us more than a few seconds to

alert my other brothers

be out here waiting with Alaric, but they all anticipated that I would be late and waited indoors

at Alaric. He’s the eldest of the nine of us and the biggest pain in my ass. We were very

than me and the second born. “Send

this competitive. Always fighting to win. At

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

so much noise?” Violet asks as she tries to read her book on the porch. She’s the calmest amongst

princess; she gets everything she wants, and no one can hurt her unless

as he joins in on the game

read out here. Can’t

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

and

who looks upset that his game just got squashed because of his fifteen-year-old sister. We never even got

inside with the rest of my brothers, and we all take our

so good, Mom,” I tell her

where is