The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 209

Book 3 Chapter 45

~WILLOW~

Dante is fuming when he storms inside the beach house with me right behind him.

“Look who’s finally back!” Atticus announces as he spots us first.

“Father!” Dante shouts. “Mother!”

Both his parents turn to look at us.

“Is something wrong?” His mother asks. “Did something happen? Did you not complete the ritual?”

Of course, that’s the first thing everyone will be concerned about. The ritual. Thankfully, it was complete.

“Can someone explain to me why there was a f*****g photographer waiting to get pictures of Willow and me returning from the spring?” he demands as he throws the broken camera onto the ground.

His father walks towards us, “Did you get rid of the footage?” he demands.

“Of course I did.” Dante roars. “That ritual was supposed to be something private between Willow and me. How could you send someone to take pictures of us?”

“He didn’t take pictures of you in the spring.” His mother tries to explain. “He was only supposed to take pictures of the both of you returning together.”

“Forcing me novelwn.com to complete this ritual wasn’t enough? You had to send a photographer to let the entire f*****g world know what we’d

when he realizes what

could hear his parents scolding him for saying that in front of

that he was f****d to complete the ritual with me was

He was f****d. f****d.

didn’t help by forcing him to look at me tonight. I

angrily pulled the robe out of my body

diary from the suitcase and pulled out a pen along

My dearest husband,

f****d to marry me by my sister. I’m sorry you were f****d to do a ritual that may or may not guarantee a long marriage to me. However, I’m not sorry for the feelings in my heart. I’m not sorry for loving someone like you. I’m not sorry that even though my sister didn’t love you, I still do. I’m not sorry that I got to experience such pleasures with your tongue. I’m not sorry that my taste is still in your mouth. I’m not sorry that I’ll go to sleep smelling like you tonight. And I’m not sorry that I’ll dream

I knew I needed it. Leaving little messages for him in my diary made me feel much better, even though

Dante novelwn.com right before

for me? I didn’t want

angry with my parents. I wasn’t thinking properly. I didn’t mean to

apologize, Dante,” I assure him. “You can’t control the way you feel. You weren’t thinking, but you said exactly what was in your heart. You were f****d into all of this. It’s not new to me. We all knew that you were f****d into

say I wasn’t thinking. I willingly got

through all of that trouble for me. I can handle the truth. It was hard