Chapter 217

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 217 Book 3 Chapter 53 ~WILLOW~

“Are you not going to move?” Dante asks for the last time.

He would have to forcibly move me if he wanted me to get out of the way. I would never let him walk straight into trouble, not while I was alive.

“We were just talking, and Ares was very respectful—”

I don’t get to finish my sentence when Dante grabs me by my waist and throws me over his shoulder.

“Dante!” I gasp. “What are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer me as he storms out of the room with me still in his arms.

I could see all the surprised looks as everyone began taking pictures of us. This was sure to make the headlines by the end of the night. At least I was being photographed with Dante and not Ares.

I don’t bother trying to get down from him. I liked that he was carrying me.

Did this mean that everyone was right all along? Did Dante have feelings for me but didn’t realize it yet? I could feel my heart fill with hope at the possibility of Dante liking me.

I never thought it would be possible for Dante to ever have feelings for anyone other than Anya.

I didn’t want to get my hopes up. There was still a chance that he was doing this because it would be what Anya would have wanted from him.

Dante opens his Jeep and practically throws me onto the seat. I’m extremely quiet but giddy with happiness as he leans over and buckles me in. His scent fills my nose, and I lean in to smell him some more. Dante doesn’t seem to realize as he pulls away and walks to the driver’s side.

He was still very pissed. I could tell by the vein in his head that threatened to pop.

“Are you upset with me?” I asked before he could even start the vehicle.

He places both hands on the steering wheel and stares straight ahead.

“Why were you in there with him?” he asks, ignoring my question. “There were so many other places in that house for you to be in, yet you chose to be on a small sofa with another man while his arms were around you.”

“His arms weren’t around me.” I disagreed. “His arm was behind me, but it wasn’t touching me.”

Dante growls, and I try not to be intimidated by him.

“Do you understand how much worse all of this could have ended if someone else had seen the two of you like that?” he asks me. “We recently went on a damn trip to an island just to stop the rumors about our marriage, and a few days later, you’re already doing something that could reverse it all.”

“Are you trying to say that I’m the reason behind all the rumors?” I demand. “Because I’m absolutely sure that your behavior towards me is what started the rumors, to begin with. Everyone can see the truth in your eyes and actions, Dante. They can clearly see that there is a big difference in the way you treated Anya in the past and how you treat me now.”

His jaw clenches, and he aggressively starts the Jeep.

“Just like you to run from everything.” I snap. “You can’t give a response because you know it’s the truth. I’m not at fault for any of this, and you know it.”

He leans back against the seat and closes his eyes. I can tell that he was trying to regain control of his emotions.

“I know you aren’t to blame for any of this, Willow. I f*****g know it.” He growls. “That doesn’t make any of this easier. In fact, your innocence in all of this makes everything so much harder for me.”

“Well, then maybe I should stop being so innocent,” I suggest.

His head snaps in my direction, and I can see my words have angered him. “Just because it makes things harder for me doesn’t mean I want you to change that about yourself.”

“Let’s be honest with each other, Dante. You would be much happier if I were more like Anya!” I shout. “The reason this marriage can’t work is because I’m nothing like my sister. So maybe, I should be more like her because, unlike you, I actually want our marriage to work.”

Dante looks at me like I’ve just lost my mind.

“Don’t try and tell me otherwise.” I snap. “Were you even here for me tonight?”

“What do you mean?” he asks as his forehead creases.

“Tell me the truth, Dante. Did you come here tonight because you didn’t want to see me with Ares, or did you come because it’s what Anya would have wanted you to do?” I demand. “Everything you do is because of her. Even after she’s no longer here, you still do things to please her. Did you also do this for her, or did you do it for me?”

I could feel my heart pound in my chest as I waited for him to answer me.

He’s broken my heart so much recently; I wouldn’t be surprised if he did it again.

“Willow, I don’t know how to answer that.” He finally says.

I narrow my eyes, “it’s a simple question, Dante. It shouldn’t be that hard for you to answer me. As your wife, I deserve to know.

Did you come here for me, or did you come for my sister?”