Chapter 151

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 151 Book 2 Chapter 74 ~CLARISSA~

“How could you do that to Anya!” Dante roars. “If you never loved her, you should have let her f*****g go! You should have told me the truth from the start!”

I watch in horror as Dante punches him in the face while he’s lying on the ground. Damon doesn’t do anything; he lets Dante hurt him. It’s almost as though he thinks he deserves this.

I could feel myself begin to panic as the fighting only worsened.

Everyone else kept on watching without trying to help him.

“Stop it!” I scream as I run over to Dante and try to pull him off Damon.

He doesn’t listen to me; he continues to hit Damon.

“Stop him!” Autumn shouts at Atticus. “He’s hurting him!”

Dante doesn’t want to stop; it seems like fighting is what he does to get some of his emotions out. Everyone was letting him continue because it was what they all wanted to do also. They kept blaming Damon when I was the one who was at fault.

Why wasn’t anyone blaming me for all of this? Why was all the blame going toward him even after I’d spoken my truth?

“Dante!” I scream as I jump on top of him. “Stop hurting him!”

He shoves me off him, and I fall onto the ground; I wince as the hard-tiled floor hits my head.

“Clarissa!” Autumn shouts as she runs towards me.

Damon looks at me on the floor, and I see the moment everything changes for him.

No.

Don’t do it.

I knew what was going to happen before it even began. I open my mouth to stop him, but nothing comes out.

I watch in horror as he grabs Dante by the throat and pushes him off. He doesn’t stop there; he shoves him up against the wall with his hand still squeezing around his neck.

“We have to stop them,” I say to Autumn. “We must stop them before they do something they will regret.”

They may be pissed with each other now, but soon enough, they will return to their usual selves. When that happened, they would regret everything. They were brothers who loved each other, after all.

Dante isn’t the only one throwing punches anymore; Damon is returning them. They’re throwing down tables, breaking portraits, and making a mess everywhere. It’s hard to watch.

I attempt to go towards them, but Autumn stops me. “If you get hurt trying to help, it will only anger Damon even more. Stay here.”

Griffin finally breaks out of his shock and realizes what is happening. I watch as he grabs Dante and tries to pull him away from Damon.

Atticus was still pissed and chose not to interfere. Autumn seemed to be angry with him as she glared at him.

When Griffin finally has Dante under control, Damon moves in my direction. He stoops down on the ground and helps me to my feet.

He gently cups my cheek in his hand, “Are you okay?”

My bottom lip trembles as I watch the bruises on his face; I gently touch the one near his lip, and he winces. “Am I okay?” I ask.

“What about you? There are bruises all over your face.”

He forces a smile on his face for me, “It doesn’t bother me as long as I know you’re okay.”

“It should bother you.” I cry. “You’re hurt because of me. You’re bleeding. I hate seeing you like this, Damon. I hate it so much.”

He wipes my tears away and leans in to kiss my forehead.

“You got to be f*****g kidding me.” Atticus growls, still not accepting our relationship.

“This relationship cannot happen.” Grandfather finally steps in. “It’s wrong. Even though you’re adopted, Clarissa, it doesn’t mean that Damon should be seen as anything else but your brother. You’re supposed to treat each other like everyone else in this family. You need to have some control and stop this immediately.”

“I agree,” Atticus says, not to anyone’s surprise. “Clarissa is our sister even though she’s adopted. She’s our baby sister, and Damon should realize this soon before he does something he can’t take back.”

I freeze, and Atticus doesn’t miss it.

“Please don’t f*****g tell me you already slept with her!” Atticus says in disgust. “If you say yes, I’m going to f*****g beat the s**t out of you!”

I spun around to face Atticus while also preventing him from getting to Damon. “He didn’t! Leave him alone!” I shout. “I know none of you want to hear this, but I’ve been the one who’s been asking him to take things further between us; however, he hasn’t granted my wish.”

“Oh fuck.” Griffin groans. “This is not the conversation I want to participate in.”

“Please listen to the rest of us.” Grandfather says. “We only want what’s best for the both of you. Do you understand what will happen if this news hits those magazines?”

“I think what all of you are concerned about is how this is going to affect our family.” Damon growls. “You don’t care that I love Clarissa; all you care about is what this will do to your fame. If you wanted to do something for us, you would help us find a way to be together instead of trying to push us apart.”

“You’re insane if you think this could work!” Atticus shouts. “If it’s hard for us to stomach, how would outsiders react? They would have the worst things to say about Clarissa, and I know you understand what I mean when I say this. You’re not f*****g dumb, Damon.”

“Listen to us.” Grandfather adds before Damon can respond to Atticus. “We will forget about all of this as long as you agree to do the same. We can’t accept this relationship. It will not work out for any of us.”

Damon pulls me against his chest, “I rather leave this family than let go of Clarissa. If you can’t accept our relationship, we’re leaving and never returning.”

“Damon—”

“Pack your things, Clarissa.” He tells me. “We’re leaving. For good.”