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!”

rain. It didn’t look

widen, “what are

lift her off me and place 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

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

I could hear Willow screaming my name. “Get back in the jeep!

I even know for sure that it was a lie? Maybe she’d lied to sneak around with Ares behind my back. That was something Anya was good at

sneak around behind my back. She did

let out a frustrated roar at my miserable life. The pain never stopped. It always got worse. With Willow in my life, the pain was not getting

Willow was running towards me until it was too late.

never meant to hurt you. I did it for selfish reasons. I promise you that I’m nothing like my sister. I will never do the things to you that she did to you. I will never hurt you as she did. Anya may not

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

my chest. My breath hitches 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 sister. If I say I love you, I mean it.

widen, and I can see the pain in her

her. Her eyes widen when I move towards her, she doesn’t move backward from me, and it only pleases me more. I grab