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.

I opened my room door

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

to see Atticus there, but it surprised me when it was Dante. He barely ever says a

gently touch the bruise on his forehead. I

wide, and I think he may have forgotten what he

he finally comes to his senses, he moves my

sorry,” I whisper. “Your bruises.

how much he hated it

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

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 me was because she

“Willow—”

okay, Dante. Please don’t embarrass me

want to hear how much he loved her. While it was confirmed that I was happy his love for her was genuine,

inside me, all directed at him.

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

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

would help. He’s in too much

“Is that

they were biological sisters. I often wanted to be as close to them as they were with each other, but I could never really bond with them freely. It felt weird knowing

to talk about

care what you say,” his mother says. “You are opening up about this