The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 247

Book 3 Chapter 82

~DANTE~

It’s been more than one week since I’d last seen Willow. More than one f*****g week. I’ve searched every damn corner of this place, and there hasn’t been any clue pointing to her.

Wherever she’d gone, she was hidden well. Even Austin and his family were no help, and they were the very best.

“Someone must have taken her,” Hunter says. “Willingly or unwillingly.”

I closed my eyes; the thought of someone holding her against her will made me feel even worse than I already did.

Each day that passed without Willow felt like t*****e. The pain only increased every second of every day.

I hate myself for the things I’d said after our night together.

That was the best night of my f*****g life, and I messed it up because of my past.

“We’re not going to stop the search anytime soon,” Austin assures me. “When my sister went missing, and we couldn’t find her, it was hell for us. I know what it feels like.”

I nod, “I appreciate it. I want Willow back. I’m the reason she’s gone, and I feel sick every time I think about what she went through because of me.”

Austin sighs, “We’ve all done foolish things we wish we could take back. At least you realize your mistake. Once you get her back, please don’t hold back; tell her how you truly feel. Trust me; she will forgive you.”

“I think it’s time we head back home,” James says as he checks the time.

She’s already

couldn’t be around as much as they could in the past when

their goodbyes, and I watch them all leave. When I was left alone, I slowly walked back to my room. As usual, I’m hit with a wave of sadness the second I step into it and don’t see any signs of Willow. Even her scent was disappearing from the room, and I hated it.

and stormed out of the room. I don’t stop until I’m next to the

have gotten rid of everything that reminded me of Anya. I shouldn’t have made Willow feel

f*****g hate myself. I hate

I grabbed more things I knew reminded me of Anya and angrily shoved

Please come back to me.

was no longer around.

angrily punched the wall over and over

mother shouts. “What are you

despite her desperate pleas to stop me from

to stop me from punching the

couldn’t talk. I

your mother. Tell me what’s going on. What happened between

isn’t coming back. I let my past ruin my future. I can’t go

is a sweet

these things to comfort me, but it wouldn’t work. It’s the first time my mother isn’t concerned about

I don’t plan on going back

how much pain you were in right now,