The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 64

~ATTICUS~

I couldn’t get her out of my head: her pretty eyes, inviting lips, and soft skin. Autumn was everything I

always knew that she was and more. I couldn’t believe that the woman I’d always wanted, even when I

knew it was wrong, was now my wife.

There were many times in the past when I knew thinking about her was wrong. There were so many

times that Autumn stood out to me, and I chose to ignore my feelings because of Anya.

I hate that I couldn’t remember all of the details of marrying her; it’s something I would never wish to

forget. It’s crazy to think that so many things happened and were all missing from my memory. If I didn’t

have these feelings for her, I would have never believed any of the articles I’d read.

I still remember the first day my eyes fell on Autumn. She was always a little clumsy since I knew her,

and she’d dropped her book onto the ground. She’d trapped me instantly with her innocence and

pureness, but something had changed when Anya tapped my shoulder, and I’d looked up at her.

It’s crazy to me how things have changed so much since then. I sometimes wonder, if I was supposed

to choose Autumn since that day, what would have happened if Anya had never tapped my shoulder

and I had continued to be mesmerized by Autumn instead on that day?

I kept one hand on the steering wheel while I used the other to trace my lips lightly. That was another

thing I couldn’t get out of my head.

Kissing her was like racing through the woods in wolf form; it made me feel wild and free, alive, like I

had something wonderful to live for.

I’d never felt anything like it before, and it kills me to know that I must have kissed her multiple times

before, but I couldn’t remember a single detail of any of it.

Kissing her, touching her, holding her, talking to her.

How far did we take things between us? I could only imagine the torture of spending nights upon nights

in the same bed with her. I must have crashed and given in eventually.

The thought of the many times I must have tasted her and gotten lost inside her was eating me alive. I

wanted to remember it, what it was like to taste her sweetness. I kept trying to find the memory but f**k

me; it was nowhere to be found. I knew it was the last thing I should be thinking about, considering

everything we’ve both gone through recently but damn in; I don’t know why I kissed her to awaken all

these crazy desires. I couldn’t get her out of my f*****g head.

The alert of my phone ringing forces my thoughts away from her. Finally, I didn’t know how much more

of this I could take before racing home to her and begging her to let me get just one taste. Anything to

help me remember what it was like.

“Hello,” I answer on the first ring. It was good that I could get a distraction right now. I needed anything

to stop me from thinking about Autumn and the things I wanted to do to her. It was dangerous to feel

like this when my memory was still messed up from the accident.

“Atticus!” Clarissa shouts on the other end.

I pulled the vehicle to the side of the road; the tone of her voice was enough to tell me that something

horrible was happening. There were so many surprises in my life recently that I wasn’t prepared for

anything else so soon.

I was only gone for like an hour; what could have happened in that little time?

“What’s wrong?” I demand.

“You need to get home now!” She exclaimed.

“Why?” I ask. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

I needed more answers.

“Our parents found out about Autumn. Anya told them everything. You don’t know the entire truth about

her family. She never got the opportunity to tell you. You don’t know who her birth father is, but our

parents know the truth now. Get home now before things get worse.”

I don’t need to be told twice; the moment Autumn’s name was mentioned; I’d already spun the car

around.

“Atticus!” She shouts. “I know you want to get here back quickly, but please drive safely. We can’t have

you getting into another accident. You know what happened the last time you got into one. Autumn had

to suffer, don’t push yourself too much. I will be there for Autumn as long as possible until you’re here.

You can trust me to try my best to protect her.”

I didn’t know anything about driving slowly when Autumn needed me. I’d promised her earlier that I

would protect her; I meant it. Protecting her was more important to me than anything else.

I hung up the call before Clarissa could hear the engine revving; I didn’t want her to panic. I knew I had

to get to Autumn, and I wouldn’t do anything to get myself into an accident before I could get to her a

second time.

. . . . . . . . . .

~AUTUMN~

The look on the faces of Atticus’s parents is killing me inside. This was exactly what I was afraid of

happening. I had to get used to people looking at me like this from now on; whenever anyone found out

that my father was Azai, they would react like this. At least not many people my age knew about him,

but their parents, on the other hand, would know.

“Your father is Azai Reign?” His father repeats. “The sorcerer Azai Reign?”

I was becoming sick hearing that name over and over again. There was a time in my life when I didn’t

even know a name like that existed; everything was much better back then. My parents did the right

thing by keeping the truth from me. I was angry with them because of it, but I now realize they were

protecting me from the truth.

They repeated the question, reminding me of where I was. I understand now why they sent Atticus

away. His mother never needed him to do anything for her; they wanted to get me alone.

I bite my lip and slowly nod. I wasn’t proud of it. But there was nothing I could do about it; I couldn’t

choose my father.

His mother placed a hand over her forehead like she was about to faint from this new information.

“I can’t believe this!” She exclaims. “Azai! AZAI is her father?”

“How is this even possible?” His father demands. “As far as everyone knows, your real parents are the

Riveras. How did they even pull this off? She was pregnant with you! We all thought she was. Was that

all a lie so they could cover up who you were?”

I didn’t know the exact details. My parents never explained everything to me. They answered most of

my questions, but there were still some things that I didn’t know everything about.

“Now that you’ve mentioned that, I remember we never saw her for months. She stayed out of the

public eye until they could introduce Autumn as their daughter properly. And she wasn’t even a

newborn then. We thought they wanted their privacy, but not once would I have thought it wasn’t even

her child.” Mrs. Fawn says in horror.

“Why did your parents keep this lie from us?” Mr. Fawn demands from me.

I didn’t think this was a lie that any parent would ever want to inform anyone about.

“Because it was our secret to keep!” My father says from the entrance. “She’s our daughter. We had a

right to keep it a secret to protect her from everyone who would want to hurt her because of her

biological family’s background.”

When did he even arrive, and was my mother here as well? Who called them? Who told them that I

might need their help? Were they keeping an eye on me? It must have been the guards that follow me

everywhere. I almost forgot about them.

“You’re a f*****g liar!” Mr. Fawn roars. “You tricked us. All this time, we thought that she was your

daughter, and instead, she was the daughter of an evil, power-hungry sorcerer! How could you do this

to us? I thought we were more than business partners. I thought you were our friend! You’ve betrayed

us! We trusted you. Are you not ashamed?”

“If we had told you the truth about OUR daughter, could we have trusted you with that information?

Would you have treated her the same way you did before finding out who her biological father was?”

My father demands.

“It doesn’t matter how we would have responded to the truth in the past. All that matters is that you lied

and broke the trust that we once had. We’re cutting all business ties with you and your family.” Mr.

Fawn shouts. “I can’t have liars this close to me. I’ve always kept the people I trust close to me and the

people that I don’t very far. I never thought you would be joining that side.”

“Do you think I care about that?” My father demands. “We never needed you, to begin with. My

business can survive without you like it always has. All that matters is my daughter.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening right now. My world was falling apart in front of my eyes. They

were ending their relationship because of me. They were becoming enemies because of me. I didn’t

want that to happen. They were supposed to remain friends. How could Atticus and I stay together

when they were behaving this way?

“And you.” Atticus’s mother says as she glares at me. It hurt to see her look at me in that way when she

was usually very kind to me. “How could you lie to us? Why didn’t you tell us the truth? You kept this to

yourself just like your parents did. You lied to us and broke our trust.”

“Don’t you dare bring my daughter into this!” My mother shouts as she joins my father. “She didn’t know

anything up until recently. We kept the truth from her for her safety. She never lied to you. She only

found out after getting kidnapped. If there’s anyone to blame, blame us, not her.”

“It’s true.” I finally say. “I only found out the truth after Azai’s men kidnapped me. I was just as shocked

and disgusted by the fact as you are now. I’m not proud of who my father was. I, too, wish that my birth

parents were my adoptive ones. The truth hurts, and I’m sorry that you think we betrayed you, but that

was never our intention. My parents kept it a secret from not only you but me as well; they kept it a

secret from everyone they knew to protect me from the danger lurking. You don’t have to cut them off

because of it. If it were your child, you would have done the same in the blink of an eye.”

The Fawns look at each other for a few seconds, considering my words.

“Is it true that you tried to kill Anya?” Mrs. Fawn asks suddenly.

I knew Anya was selfish enough to bring that up to them without giving them the full details of that

night.

I stiffen and slowly turn my attention to her. I hate just looking at her face. How could I have once

considered her my friend? Why did I not see the truth like everyone else had so long ago? Everyone

seemed to know that Anya was never my friend, to begin with. I hate that I took this long to realize it on

my own.

“That’s not true!” Clarissa hissed as she rejoined us. I still wasn’t sure where she had disappeared to

earlier, but I’m happy she’s here now.

“I’m speaking to Autumn, not you, Clarissa.” Mrs. Fawn snaps.

“But I’m telling you!” Clarissa insists. “How can you trust Anya? Why don’t you ask Anya what she did

for Autumn to react the way she did that day?”

“Clarissa!” Mr. Fawn scolds her. “We want to hear from Autumn. Let her speak and tell us exactly what

happened on that day.”

Damon gently held Clarissa’s shoulders, telling her by his actions to stay quiet. I’m happy that he did; I

didn’t want Clarissa to argue with her adoptive parents because of me.

“On that day, Anya surprised me by pushing me into the pool outside. I don’t know if my parents ever

told you, but I’m terrified of water. I have this great fear of being swallowed by it, amongst many other

things. Anya knew this; she knew how scared I was of water, especially from a deep pool. She

intentionally pushed me into it and watched me fight for my life. She did nothing to help me; she only

stood there and watched me. It was one of the scariest experiences of my life, and she was

responsible for it.”

“That’s a lie!” Anya hissed. “Autumn slipped and fell into the pool. She blamed me right after because

of it, but I swear to you, I never touched her. Before I could jump into the pool and save her, Atticus

jumped into it and pulled her out. I didn’t have a chance to help her. I’m not at fault here. She is. She’s

the monster. She’s the one that tried to end my life, not the other way around.”

“I’m telling you the truth. She pushed me. She tried to kill me first.” I snap. “I have no reason to lie to

you about this.”

Why would they ever believe Anya over me? I’ve never given them a reason to not trust me. It was

hard to accept that they were suddenly treating me like an outsider because of who my father was. My

parents warned me that this would happen. Even now, I still wanted to believe that the Fawns weren’t

this unreasonable. Atticus’s grandmother would have listened to me. She would have heard what I had

to say. And his grandfather, he was away on a business trip, but if he was here, I just knew that he

would have listened to me.

“So you did try to kill her?” His mother demands from me.

My eyes widen, “I—”

I didn’t know how to tell them exactly what had happened. They already saw me as a monster like my

father was. I couldn’t blame them, even I, at times, wondered if I was just like him.

“You tried to kill her?” Mr. Fawn asks, waiting for me to answer.