The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 168

BOOK 3 CHAPTER 4

~WILLOW~

Another doctor. Same answer. Each doctor did not know what was wrong with me. They kept saying that it wasn’t anything serious and that I shouldn’t worry.

Why shouldn’t I worry when it felt like I could freeze to death any day now? Why couldn’t they see how terrified I was of dying?

I felt like these doctors couldn’t help me. They were useless in my case. We had to find someone else who knew what was happening to me. But who could that be?

I was surprised earlier to see Dante holding me. It’s not something that I expected to wake up to. He’s always kept plenty of distance between the two of us. Just the thought of it made me feel butterflies in my stomach. Even the slightest bit of attention from Dante made me all giddy inside. I don’t think he even knows what he does to me.

‘I won’t stop until I get some f*****g answers.’

Those were his words, and even though I knew he was only protective because of Anya, it still made my stomach flutter. It made me happy to know that he was that determined to help me.

fall in love with a man like Dante. He was everything a girl like me could ever dream of marrying. His green eyes sparkled under bright lights, and his dark brown hair begged to be touched. His muscular arms were built for protection. You could tell that Dante was a protector, someone who protected those he loved fiercely. He was also loyal; even after my sister’s death, he never looked at another woman. She’s all that he could see. There were so many qualities about him that stood out to me. He was like a dream come true. If only Anya had seen in him what I saw in him

have been much different now? I wouldn’t have been married to Dante and she would have been in my place. I’m not sure how I

different from them. He wasn’t wild and a jerk like some of the others. He was gentle but fierce. He was

diary and touched the pen

My dearest husband,

with concern I’ve never seen before. My heart flutters whenever I’m reminded of how worried you were about me. I

the book onto the floor. What was I thinking? It was one thing to have a crush on him but to dream of him

It was wrong.

was it? I was his wife,

my eyes and drop myself onto the bed. Yes. I was his wife, but he didn’t treat me that way. He was also still in love with my sister. Dreaming

on my door forces me out of my thoughts. I quickly ran to open it, after putting

attend.” Clarissa reminds me with a

you get dressed,”

me. “You will look stunning when she’s done with you, not that

and I went shopping for you. We have

that?” I ask