The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 234

Book 3 Chapter 69

~DANTE~

She was so f*****g beautiful.

Keeping my hands off her would be so damn hard for the rest of the night.

How would I survive if I didn’t at least get on taste? But I knew one taste would only lead to something else.

Willow hasn’t tried seducing me since the wallet incident. I was happy that she was willing to still fight for our marriage even though I didn’t deserve her or her patience with me.

I’ve done nothing but give pain to Willow. None of the pain was intentional, but that didn’t make it any better.

When I thought back to the things I’d said and done, I knew that I was a lucky man to have her as my wife.

I often questioned Anya’s decision to force me to marry her sister, but for once, I was happy that she’d done so. I knew she did it for selfish reasons; I knew she was only thinking about herself and her family when she asked me to marry Willow. But that didn’t matter because she unknowingly gave me someone that made me want to keep living.

She’d done something for me without even realizing it. In the past, Anya has always done things to make my life more difficult. This was the first time she’d done something good. It just so happened that she did it for totally different reasons.

She gave me the one person that she cared about more than anyone else in this world.

I was foolish for ever seeing Willow as a burden. I was stupid for thinking that my marriage was some punishment. My eyes were finally opening, and I wish I’d seen these things much sooner. That way, I wouldn’t have hurt Willow on multiple occasions. Seeing the hurt in her eyes when she saw that picture of her sister still in my wallet was my undoing.

That look in her eyes still haunted me, as well as the hurt in her voice. I couldn’t get it out of my head. I wanted to find a way to make it up to her but I still had no clue what the hell I was doing.

Inviting her to this party and properly introducing her as my wife was my first step. I wanted everyone to know how important she was to me.

the reason for this. I’d hurt her

me that time, but part of me wanted her to return to the

I ask her when the silence became

tell. She wasn’t talking, and she kept clutching

don’t know.”

if we needed to get her in front of

didn’t notice her body turning pale or any of the signs I usually

“Something is wrong with me, Dante. I don’t know what

road and jumped out of the truck. I walked over to

hurting,” I tell her as I look around for help. There were no vehicles around; my brothers were already at the party. We were the last two to

know.” She

sweating,” I whisper as I press my cold hand against it. Usually, it was freezing

opposite happening to

she grabs my face and

“W-Willow?”

don’t know what she’s doing. I don’t move, not even an inch. My body is filled

happening!” She cries out as

my face for the second time and, this time, shoves it hard against her

“I need you to do

and still

scent hits my nose. It took my brain a few seconds