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.

by none other than my husband’s brother. Damon Fawn,

begged the one

a man look so helpless

the only one besides me that loved Anya. My mother loved her also, but just like Anya, she was also

a strange one indeed, you’re never sure

diary. It was the one thing that kept me sane during this rough

things, unforgivable things. However, I didn’t entirely blame her. Whether or not I

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

love of Damon’s life, and he stepped in. I think my sister wanted to die that day. She didn’t want to live.

me believes it was because of me. She wanted someone to take care of me. She wanted someone with power and 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

the same as my

blood. I didn’t have a pretty wedding dress like my sister had on that day. My hair wasn’t perfect like

remember the whispers from the guests who were present.

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

I said yes.

of I don’t, I said,

the