The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 221

Book 3 Chapter 57

~DANTE~

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Why would she do this to me?

She’d made me vulnerable in front of her. Just like Anya had done, she claimed she was nothing like her sister, but for the first time since I’d met Willow, I could finally see similarities between them.

“Why Willow?” I croak. “Why did you intentionally lie to me? What could you have possibly gained by doing that?”

She doesn’t answer me, and I slowly move my face from her neck to stare into her eyes. They’re wide with panic. What does she have to be so scared about?

I grab her arms and glare at her, “Are you sure this wasn’t a game for you like it was for Anya? She constantly played tricks like that on me until, one day; she finally spoke the truth. She confessed that she never loved me. Are you doing the same thing your sister did to me, Willow?”

Rain begins to pour around us heavily. Willow winces at the roaring thunder and flashes of lightning. I don’t move an inch. I’m focused on every single movement that she makes as I wait for her to give me an answer.

I squeeze her arm tighter, “Answer me, Willow. Answer me!”

clenches, and I push the door open despite the rain. It didn’t look like

eyes widen, “what are you

her on the seat as I walk out into the rain, leaving her behind. I knew I was in the middle of the road. I knew I was doing something f*****g risky by being here, but I had

confused, and filled with many emotions I didn’t understand. I needed to calm down before I spoke to Willow again. I didn’t want

screaming my name. “Get back in the jeep!

a second ago when she lied to me about liking Ares. How do I even know for sure that it was a lie? Maybe

around behind my back. She did it in front

roar at my miserable life. The pain never stopped. It always got worse. With Willow in my life, the pain was

running towards me until it was too late. She crashes into

I promise you that I’m nothing like my sister. I will

she was nothing like Anya, hearing her admit that she truly loved me did something to me. It calmed the storm in my

when she grabs my shirt and screams, “I love you. Only you. I don’t like anyone else. I promise you’re the only man I’ll ever love for the rest of my life. I’m not my

me. Her eyes widen, and I can see the pain in her

towards her, she doesn’t move backward from me, and it only pleases me more. I grab her by her waist and shove her