The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 116
Book 2 Chapter 39
~CLARISSA~
It was the day before the wedding. I tried everything to make him change his mind. Everything. I thought after he saw the tattoo,
he would realize that my feelings for him weren’t just a silly crush. Now I knew that I was wrong. There was nothing that I could
do to stop Damon from marrying Anya. He was determined to destroy his life so that I would give up on us.
If he wanted me to do it, why did he have to take things so far? Marrying Anya was the worse thing that he could possibly do to
me to force me to stop.
How could he? Why wouldn’t he fight for me? Why did he want to marry someone he didn’t love just to keep me away?
I knew he wanted me and was scared of others judging me, but how could he use that as an excuse to separate us? It was not a
good enough reason. If he wanted to, he could find a way to make this work. If he really wanted me, he would have tried much
harder than this.
I was tired of being nice to him. This time I had to be completely honest. I had to let him know just how much he was hurting me.
I had to give him a piece of my mind.
I walked out of my room and down the stairs, where the decorations were screaming at me to leave this place. I couldn’t stand all
of the pictures with them. In every single one of those pictures, Damon looked unhappy. Yet, he wanted me to believe this was
the best decision for both of us.
“Look who’s finally out of her room.” Griffin teases me. I try my best to fake a smile as I hit his shoulder.
“Shut up,” I mumble.
He laughs, “come on, sis, let’s see a smile on your face for a change. Not that fake one, a real one. I miss seeing it.”
“Don’t bother trying,” Atticus says as he joins us. “She doesn’t know how to smile anymore. I wish she could tell us what’s truly
bothering her.”
I try not to show any emotions. I know he’s trying to find more information on Damon and me. I loved Atticus, but I didn’t trust him
enough to tell him my real feelings. I knew he would be pissed if he found out the truth. He already looked angry that night he

saw Damon and me in the room alone.
“Will you stop picking on her?” Autumn asks Atticus as she comes to my rescue yet again.
“What makes you think that I’m picking on her?” he asks her. “Aren’t you supposed to be on my side?”
I looked around the room for Damon without making it obvious. Anya has been around more than I wanted to see her. If this
marriage happened, I would have to see her much more than this. I don’t think I’ll be able to survive seeing her face everywhere
I go.
“What are we talking about?” She asks as she enters the room. “Why is everyone just standing here and not helping?”
Griffin sighs and rubs the back of his neck. “I don’t know how I will stand being around her for every family occasion.” He
whispers in a low growl.
At least I wasn’t the only one to think this way. I was sure that every person in this room felt the same way. They were all putting
up with Anya because of Damon and Dante. If it wasn’t for them, she would have been out of our home in a flash.
“Where’s my husband?” Anya asks as she looks around for him.
I bit my lip angrily; they weren’t even married yet, why was she calling him her husband?
“Damon hasn’t been home since this morning,” Atticus answers her. “I think he’s in a bad mood.”
“Of course, he isn’t.” She disagrees. “He’s happy. Very happy. Who wouldn’t be happy when their marriage is a few hours away?”
We all get silent at her question.
Anya walks over to me then, with a threatening look, as she whispers, “I know what you’ve been up to. That house is off-limits.
Stay away from it.”
My eyes widen at her threat. She knew. Autumn and I didn’t get a chance to look at the house. Anya had us busy the past day.
Actually, she had Autumn and the others very busy. I refused to take part in any of this. Everyone else was only taking part
because they cared about Damon.
Why would she choose today to threaten me about the house? The day before her marriage. It’s almost like she wanted me to
mention it to the others.

I watch her like a hawk as she walks out of the room, forcing the others to help her.
“What did she say to you?” Autumn asks me.
I didn’t want to drag Autumn into this anymore. If I told her, she would stop me from investigating independently. This was
probably my last chance to stop this wedding. If I found the proof I needed, it would be enough to postpone the wedding, at least
until Anya told us the truth.
“It’s nothing.” I lie. “She’s just trying to rub it in that she’s marrying Damon, that’s all.”
“I think she knows Damon likes you,” Autumn tells me. “Just like she knew Atticus wanted me and not her. She knew it even
before I did. She uses that to her advantage. Don’t let her get to you.”
“It doesn’t change anything,” I whisper. “Damon is still going to marry her.”
Autumn squeezes my hand, “I thought he would have stopped the wedding when he saw that tattoo. I’m sorry that it didn’t work.”
“It’s okay.” I sigh. “At least I know that I tried my best. Unlike him.”
She hugs me, and it’s at that moment that Damon walks into the room and sees us. I press my lips tightly together and fight
against the tears as I glare at him.
He turns back around and walks straight out of the room.
“I have to go,” I tell Autumn.
This was my chance to talk to him before he disappeared again for the rest of the day. I wouldn’t have another opportunity.
He’s already walking out of the house and into the garage when I spot him. I ran after him, making sure that no one was
following us. When he jumps into his jeep, I jump into the passenger’s side.
His eyes widen when he sees me.
“What are you doing here, Clarissa?” He asks as he looks around us.