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!”

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

eyes widen, “what are

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

pissed, 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

could hear Willow screaming my name. “Get back in

she care? She didn’t care a second ago when she lied to me about liking Ares. How do 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

behind my back. She did it in front

in my life, the pain was not getting any easier for me to handle. She

towards me until it was too late. She crashes into my arms and hugs

it for selfish reasons. I promise you that I’m nothing like my sister. I will never

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

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

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

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