The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 165

BOOK 3 CHAPTER 1/ MY DEAREST HUSBAND

~WILLOW~

Married. To my sister’s lover. To the man that is still in love with my sister. To the man that I have a foolish crush on.

That’s what my life had become in the past few days.

It was never supposed to be that way. The first time I saw Dante Fawn, I knew the feelings in my heart were strange. I couldn’t stop staring at him; I’d never experienced such unfamiliar emotions in my life before.

However, the man has always only had eyes for my sister. They were lovers, him and my sister. I didn’t know the whole story, and I wasn’t sure how long they’d been lovers, but I knew it was at least more than one year.

When I first saw him, I had no idea who he was. I never knew my sister was in a relationship with him or that she’d also had relationships with two of his brothers. I didn’t know that he loved her. I didn’t know anything. My sister had kept me in the dark the entire time. She, just like my mother, always held the truth from me.

You’re probably wondering why I was in this situation; you’re probably wondering why I’m married to my sister’s lover.

and by

she asked for something she shouldn’t have. She begged the one

pain that day; I’d never seen a man look so helpless and broken in my

me that loved Anya. My mother loved her also, but just like Anya, she was also dead. And her killers were the

world was a strange one indeed, you’re never sure what direction your life

It was the one thing that kept me sane during this

horrible things, unforgivable things. However, I didn’t entirely blame her. Whether or not I wanted to believe it, I knew my mother was to blame for everything. She never healed

I’m sure she would have fallen for him eventually.

didn’t blame Damon for her death, she tried to kill Clarissa, the love of Damon’s life, and he stepped in. I think my sister wanted

have been dying, and she didn’t know how to help me. She knew Dante would grant her wish if she was dying. Her

my sister’s death

in horror. We were covered in my sister’s blood. I didn’t

the whispers from the guests who were present. I remember the look of disbelief on

should have done everything to stop that wedding from happening. He was my sister’s

yes. I said yes

don’t, I

now I was the wife of