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 already upset she couldn’t

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

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. I tried to keep her in

don’t stop until I’m next to the fire pit. Without a second thought, I

have done this a long time ago. I should have gotten rid of everything that reminded me of

hate myself. I

of Anya and angrily shoved everything into the fire. I didn’t

come back to me.

was no longer around. I had no one to

the wall over and

My mother shouts. “What are you

stop despite her desperate pleas

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

talk. I

me what’s going on.

of 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

you. And Willow is a sweet girl; she will come back. She wouldn’t leave you

me, but it wouldn’t work. It’s the first time my mother isn’t concerned

on going back until

pain you were in right now, I know she would return.” She tells