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.

“Isabella must be restless. She’s

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

the second I step into it and don’t see any signs of Willow. Even her scent was disappearing from the room, and

next to the fire pit.

done this a long time ago. I should have gotten rid of everything that reminded me of Anya. I shouldn’t have made Willow feel like I

hate myself. I

angrily shoved everything into the fire. I didn’t want anything reminding me of her anymore. I didn’t want anything in my life that would push Willow further away from me. I was done with my past, f*****g done with

Please. Please come

she was no longer around. I had

angrily punched the wall over and over

mother shouts. “What

pleas to stop

grabs my hand and tries to stop me from punching the wall again, “Talk to

couldn’t talk. I

She begs. “Please. I’m your mother. Tell me what’s going on.

my life,” I whisper. “Willow is gone, and it’s all my fault. She isn’t coming back. I let my past ruin my future. I can’t go on without her mother. She’s my only

whispers. “We are all here for you. And Willow is a sweet girl; she will come back. She wouldn’t

wouldn’t work. It’s the first time my mother isn’t concerned about what the public

going back until I have her in my life again. I

pain you were in right