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.”

door to enter our backyard. With ten acres of land for our leisure, we had a combination of a basketball court, a tennis court, pools, and all you could

basketball court was first,

Carter!” Alaric growled the second he saw me. “Why do you always keep us

up to me,

I retort. “Now get the f**k

she shoves my chest. “What are

us more than a few seconds to start grinning at

He shouted to alert my other brothers that I was

expected them to be out here waiting with Alaric, but

us and the biggest pain

Apollo shouts. He’s three years older than me and the second born. “Send the ball

fighting to win. At any sport, whether it be

get the most food!” Ares shouts. 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.

spoilt princess; she gets everything she wants, and no one can

Cole tells her as he joins in on the

she pouts. “I want to read out here.

uses her charm on our older brother.

this up and head inside. Mom’s making some honey-glazed

ball to Cole, who looks upset that his game just got squashed because of his fifteen-year-old sister. We never even got a chance to play. There was always tomorrow. Same

all take our seats assigned to each of us since we were

tell her as

you, Carter,” she smiles. “And where is Violet? Why