Novel & Cerita Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Moments later, a group of women wearing pink maid uniforms appeared in front of the double doors. They're giving me their curious looks, some of them couldn't hide the judgemental reactions for my overly-ruined gown. Yes, ladies. I'm the new corpse bride now. How amazing is that, right? Damn it! "Everyone, this is Atasha. I know she looks awful but i want you to bear with it. Atasha, these are my helpers." Atticus introduced. "Hi! Nice meeting you..." I forced my chapped lips to smile at each of them.

Atticus was never one to mince words, especially when it came to matters as delicate as family history. "Nick, I've uncovered some additional information about your father's engagement to the Grants," Atticus said, his tone measured yet serious. I set my coffee down, my brow furrowing with intrigue and apprehension. "What have you found?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. Atticus leaned forward slightly, his gaze unwavering. "It seems your father was genuinely in love with Minerva Grants, the woman he was supposed to marry. But there was a complication," he explained carefully.

“Yes.” “Why?” “She couldn’t keep you.” The words felt clinical. Detached. Sheila’s chest tightened. “So she didn’t want me.” “No,” her father corrected carefully. “She couldn’t raise you.” “That’s not the same.” He didn’t respond. Her eyes burned. “She didn’t even try.” “You don’t know that,” he said softly. Sheila stood abruptly, chair scraping against the floor. “I was unwanted twice.” “That’s not true,” Atticus said firmly.

The other person explained: “Don’t you know? She is Atlas’s ex-lover. They used to love each other very much, but since Atlas became disabled, she used that as an excuse to break up with him.” “Is Atlas’s former rumored girlfriend?” Below, everyone was talking about Winifred, on the stage, a man in a suit, holding a microphone started speaking: “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to my family’s wedding. First, I would like to invite the bride to step onto the stage.” As soon as he finished speaking, the bride walked in from the door. The scene was quiet, many eyes were focused on the young girl in a pure white wedding dress walking, and most people were curious about what kind of per

I went up to the balcony. The balcony was like a place I went to when my head was full and I just needed to let it out. I went there to cry most times or to scream at the world for being cruel and unfair. I stood at the railing and looked out at the dark garden below. I was getting married. I was getting married to a man I did not know, in few weeks my life would completely change, from the underpaid servant to the wife of one of the wealthiest men in the state. This was crazy.

He smiles once again and I take his hand. "I'm Mr. Heloriet. You father-in-law." His voice was warm. Right so he was the father to the inconsiderate man who had me kidnapped and is now forcing me into a wedding. We walked to the garden where the wedding was taking place. It was midmorning and I thank God the sun was not trying to burn us alive. Spread down the aisle were white and pink leaves. I hated it all. I hated the color white. There was a small group of people whom I wouldn't refer to as friends nor family. They were all in official attire and that slightly bothered me.

Bright took Hailey instead to test all the necessary things that Anita would be putting on at her engagement ceremony. Hailey wished in her heart that she could've been the bride instead of Anita, as she felt hungry to get married too. Hailey stared at her mother after putting on the beautiful red long-flowered gown, and she asked her mother, "Mom, why are you and your father forcing Anita to get married when Anita doesn't want to?." Hailey turned to her mother to take a proper look at how beautifully the red gown fitted her. As she continued talking, she saw that her mother ignored her but focused on the red gown and admiring its embroidery.

I promise you it will be worth it. And for those of you wondering about Lucas... well, guess what? He will get his own story too. Here’s a little hint, it involves an age gap, and maybe even a little sugar-daddy energy?? But kidding aside, I can’t wait for you to see the man he becomes. So once again, thank you so much for reading The Unwanted Wife. Thank you for crying, hoping, and growing with my characters. Thank you for believing in Lara’s journey, for hating Lucas when he deserved it, and for softening when he finally broke.

Aria and Damien toasted to the couple, teasing them mercilessly. Ava, Scarlett’s cousin, cornered her with a grin. “I thought he was the devil himself when we first met him. You tamed the storm.” Scarlett laughed. “No. I learned to dance in it.” They looked over to where Sebastian stood, smiling faintly as he listened to Lucas now under intense watch but oddly cooperative confess everything to a federal agent. Later, Scarlett found Sebastian alone, staring at a quiet fire. “Hey,” she whispered, sliding into the seat beside him.

“Good. Because if you do that again, I might actually grow gray hair before dinner.” He peeked up at me, his apology already cracking into a tiny smile. “You already have one.” “Do not start with me, little menace.” At the side, I noticed a maid and a little boy around Atticus’s age watching us. That must have been Reid, the friend Atticus had been talking about and by the looks of it—Regan’s son. Wow. Fucking small world.