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.

sister’s death. She was killed right in front of me and by none other than my husband’s brother. Damon Fawn, one of my sister’s lovers, was the one

have. She begged the one man who loved her more than

was in so much pain that day; I’d never seen a man look so helpless and broken in my life until that dreadful

loved her also, but just like Anya, she was also dead. And her killers were the family I was

was a strange one indeed, you’re never

was the one thing that

sister’s world before she died was a very complicated one. It was filled with revenge and betrayal. She did horrible things, unforgivable things. However, I didn’t entirely blame her. Whether or not I wanted to believe it, I knew my mother

Since he was the one that loved her, I’m sure she would have fallen for him eventually. Since she was blinded by my

kill Clarissa, the love of Damon’s life, and he stepped in. I think my sister wanted to die that day. She

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

my sister’s death anniversary. How unfortunate

the priest looking at us in horror. We were covered in my sister’s blood. I didn’t have a pretty wedding dress like my sister had on that day. My hair wasn’t perfect like hers. My face had nothing on

guests who were present. I remember the look of disbelief

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

the end, I said yes.

of I don’t, I

was the