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.

restless. She’s already upset she couldn’t

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

a wave of sadness the second I step into it and don’t

I’m next to the fire pit. Without a second thought,

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

f*****g hate myself.

was returning to me. I grabbed more things I knew reminded me of Anya and angrily shoved everything into the fire. I didn’t want anything reminding me of her anymore. I didn’t want anything in my life

Please come back

beg her because she was no longer

punched the wall over

My mother shouts. “What

don’t stop despite her desperate pleas to

tries to stop me from punching the

talk. I

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

gone, and it’s all my fault. She isn’t coming back. I let

say that,” she whispers. “We are all here for you. And Willow is a sweet girl;

but it wouldn’t work. It’s the first time

I don’t plan on going back until I have her in my life again. I couldn’t

she knew how much pain you were in right now, I know she would return.” She