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.

started the day of my sister’s death. She was killed right in front of me and by none other

asked for something she shouldn’t have. She begged the one man who loved her more than anyone

man look so helpless and broken

loved Anya. My mother loved her also, but just like Anya, she was also dead.

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

the one thing

I didn’t entirely blame her. Whether or not I wanted to believe it, I knew

would have fallen for him eventually. Since she was blinded by my mother’s revenge, she never got to

stepped in. I think my sister wanted to die that day. She didn’t want to live. She purposefully got herself

money to protect me. She knew that I might have been dying, and she didn’t know how to help me. She knew Dante would grant her wish if she was dying. Her dying wish. And she was right; he did marry me. And he married me on the

same as my sister’s death anniversary.

remember Dante grabbing my hand and pulling me down the aisle with him. I remember the priest looking at us in horror. We were covered in my sister’s blood.

from the guests who were present. I remember the

should have done everything to stop that wedding from happening. He was

yes. I said

of I don’t,

the