The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 166

BOOK 3 CHAPTER 2

~WILLOW~

“Why the f**k do you need to know that?” Dante growls.

Atticus crosses his arms over his chest and I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen these two this angry with each other.

“A f*****g underground fighting ring?” Atticus growls. “Are you a lunatic?”

A fighting ring? What was that exactly?

Dante looks surprised that Atticus knows the truth.

“Did you follow me there?” He asks him. “Did you f*****g follow me there, Atticus?”

“Of course I did!” He roars. “You kept returning home with a million bruises and acting like everything was okay when we all knew it wasn’t. Why the hell would you join something like that?”

Dante narrows his eyes and moves closer to his brother, “You may not have loved Anya, but I did. She’s dead. She’s dead, Atticus. Tell me you wouldn’t do the same if Autumn died. The woman I love is gone, and now I’m stuck in a marriage to her—”

He stops talking when he hears my gasp. I covered my mouth; I didn’t realize I’d made a sound until now.

Atticus turns to look at me as well, and I felt uncomfortable under both of their gazes.

could say anything, I opened my room door

was standing there, but he’d said exactly what he was thinking. It wasn’t a secret that Dante never wanted to marry me. It also wasn’t a secret that he didn’t love me, not even a little bit. I think it’s

there, but it surprised me when it was Dante. He barely ever says a word to me. Not

I reach over and gently touch the bruise on his forehead. I don’t know why I

on his face, his eyes are wide, and

his senses,

“Your

how much he hated it when

bruises were worse than before. This fighting ring, was it someplace that men went to fight? It

what I

you loved Anya, and I’m happy she had at least one person who truly loved her besides my mother and me. I’m aware that the only reason you married

“Willow—”

don’t embarrass me further.

her. While it was confirmed that I was happy his love for her was

inside me, all directed at him. He just

say something when his mother rushes to his side. “Dante!” She hissed. “What have you been doing to yourself, my

be long before his entire family stood in front

done to your face!” She shouts. They were all losing their patience

think the shouting would help. He’s in

His father asks behind him. “Is that what you

to them as they were with each other, but I could never really bond with them freely. It felt weird knowing

talk about

you say,” his mother says. “You are opening up about this right now. I’m