The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 230

Book 3 Chapter 66

~WILLOW~

I was doing everything to get closer to Dante. I didn’t want to give up on us without a fight. But I didn’t know how long I would keep this up. If Dante kept pushing me away, eventually, I would give in and let things drift apart between us.

“You’re not going to make this easy for me, are you?” Dante whispers. My head was against his chest, and my arms were wrapped around him.

Finally, he was catching on.

“I’m not going to stop until you admit that you have feelings for me as well, Dante.” I finally admit. “You’re denying your feelings for me, and you’re preventing the both of us from being happy. I know why you’re doing it, but I wish that, for once, you would think about someone other than my sister.”

He doesn’t say anything in response. I held my breath when both of his arms were suddenly wrapped around my body. He hugged me back, and I think my chest exploded with joy.

“Just for tonight.” He whispers.

I nod and felt my eyes begin to shut close slowly. I was drifting off into a peaceful sleep. I always felt safe in Dante’s arms. He always made me feel like no one could hurt me as long as I was with him. But the only danger around me felt like it was him. His words, his actions, all of it had the power to crumble me. He was my weakness.

It’s the middle of the night when I wake up to Dante’s cries in his sleep.

“Anya!”

at hearing my sister’s name

one of those nightmares again. I gently rub his chest as I whisper his name soothingly. I’m hoping I can help him even though he’s dreaming of her. I hate when he dreams of Anya. I hate when he even thinks about her. Why does he turn me into this kind of a person? I’ve never been this jealous of

sorry. I’m so sorry.” He

How many times would he apologize to her when she was the one that hurt him? She should have been the one begging for his

his hands and get down from on top of him. Every time he said her name, it

his desk and take

a deep

exactly why I was holding this in my hand. I knew what I wanted

hurt if Dante still had a picture

I still wanted to believe

opened it and jumped when I felt Dante

you think

confirm,” I answered him even though my

I’ve never seen Dante look this guilty in front of me. It’s the answer I needed. However, I still wanted

demands as he takes a step closer to