The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 9

~ATTICUS~

“You need to get Autumn a ring.” My father tells me. “It has to be appealing to the eyes. Remember, everyone would be looking at her hand. Make them stop and stare. They must know that the Fawns do not play when it comes to things like that.”

I should have expected this is what he wanted to discuss when he called me into his office earlier. Choosing a ring felt like something I should be doing with someone I was in love with; not a woman my family was forcing me to marry. Okay

“She can choose it for herself,” I tell him. “I’ll give her my card.”

The thought of choosing a ring for a woman I didn’t love made me angry.

My father narrows his eyes and twitches his mouth in disapproval. “That will not do. You must choose it together and don’t return home unless it’s one of the most expensive rings in the store.”

I sigh; of course, that’s all he’s concerned about—everyone’s opinion on the ring. The only person’s opinion he should be worried about is Autumn. She’s the one that would be wearing it.

I look at my phone when I receive a notification. It’s from Anya. My heart races at finally getting a reply from her.

I’m not happy with what she’s said, however.

you loved me. I

talking to that girl.” My father says to me. “You’re about to marry Autumn, respect her, and do not disappoint

already destroyed my life and are forcing me to marry someone that I

come to terms with everything . I needed time to get her out of my life slowly. I couldn’t just close my eyes and pretend she

My father says

I?” I demand. “She isn’t out of our lives. Whether you like it or not, father, Anya will one day become part of this family.

in getting me to marry Autumn, but my brothers were much more stubborn than I was. They would

pick her up at her home in an hour.”

not say anything else. Speaking to my father about this entire thing would make me angrier than I

the desk and storm

into him. “You’re not in

ask. “What gave it

as he pretends to find an answer. “Hmmm, that’s

try to figure out an answer,” I tell

grins, “it’s to meet your

face. He has never tried to hide his dislike for Anya. Of course, he will be happy that I was marrying someone other than

your turn will come, and you’ll marry someone you don’t want to, “I

a solution for that.” He responds. “Never

possible. Love creeps up on you, and when it happens, it’s something that you

few times before. It doesn’t take long for me to reach my