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.”

enough? You had to send a photographer to let the entire f*****g world know what

gasp. Dante looks at me when he realizes what

everyone else. I could hear

that he was f****d to complete the

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

to look at

pulled the robe out of my body

grabbed my diary from the suitcase and pulled out a pen

My dearest husband,

to give me. I’m sorry for telling you I think I’m in love with you. I’m sorry for making everything so much harder for you. I’m sorry you were 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

knock on the door forces me to put the diary away. I wasn’t sure if bringing it with me was a good idea, but now I knew I needed it. Leaving little messages

the door, I’m surprised to see Dante novelwn.com right before

for me?

parents. I wasn’t

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

mean it when I say I wasn’t thinking. I willingly got into that water with

didn’t want him to go through all of that trouble for me. I can handle the truth. It was hard to stomach but I