Chapter 230

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 230 Book 3 Chapter 66 ~WILLOW~

I was doing everything to get closer to Dante. I didn’t want to give up on us without a fight. But I didn’t know how long I would keep this up. If Dante kept pushing me away, eventually, I would give in and let things drift apart between us.

“You’re not going to make this easy for me, are you?” Dante whispers. My head was against his chest, and my arms were wrapped around him.

Finally, he was catching on.

“I’m not going to stop until you admit that you have feelings for me as well, Dante.” I finally admit. “You’re denying your feelings for me, and you’re preventing the both of us from being happy. I know why you’re doing it, but I wish that, for once, you would think about someone other than my sister.”

He doesn’t say anything in response. I held my breath when both of his arms were suddenly wrapped around my body. He hugged me back, and I think my chest exploded with joy.

“Just for tonight.” He whispers.

I nod and felt my eyes begin to shut close slowly. I was drifting off into a peaceful sleep. I always felt safe in Dante’s arms. He always made me feel like no one could hurt me as long as I was with him. But the only danger around me felt like it was him. His words, his actions, all of it had the power to crumble me. He was my weakness.

It’s the middle of the night when I wake up to Dante’s cries in his sleep.

“Anya!”

I felt sick at hearing my sister’s name in his mouth once again.

He’s having one of those nightmares again. I gently rub his chest as I whisper his name soothingly. I’m hoping I can help him even though he’s dreaming of her. I hate when he dreams of Anya. I hate when he even thinks about her. Why does he turn me into this kind of a person? I’ve never been this jealous of anyone in my life.

I closed my eyes. How many times would he apologize to her when she was the one that hurt him? She should have been the one begging for his forgiveness.

When he finally stops calling her name or saying anything in his sleep, I slowly move his hands and get down from on top of him.

Every time he said her name, it pushed me further away from him.

I walk to his desk and take his wallet out of the drawer.

I take a deep breath.

I knew exactly why I was holding this in my hand. I knew what I wanted to find out. I just wasn’t sure if I was ready for it.

I avoided checking it because I knew how much it would hurt if Dante still had a picture of my sister in his wallet.

By his actions, I could rightfully guess what I would see, but I still wanted to believe that he cared about me enough to at least move the picture.

I slowly opened it and jumped when I felt Dante behind me.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He demands.

“There’s something I need to confirm,” I answered him even though my heart was pounding against my chest.

He looks at my hands, and I see the panic on his face. I’ve never seen Dante look this guilty in front of me. It’s the answer I needed. However, I still wanted to look for myself.

“Give me my wallet Willow.” He demands as he takes a step closer to me.

My lips part, “It’s still there, isn’t it?”

His jaw clenches, and he takes another step closer to me. I move backward. I wasn’t giving it up until I saw that her picture was still inside.

“Willow,” he growls. “Give it to me.”

I opened it in front of him, “Willow—”

My eyes are wide as I stare at my sister’s face. My hands tremble as the wallet falls from my hand and hits the ground. The silence that followed after was deadly. I don’t think Dante knew what to say. But I knew what I wanted to tell him.

“After everything I told you. After all of the pain this has caused me in the past, you still chose to keep her picture in here?” I ask in disbelief.

He looks like he’s in distress as he tries to answer me.

“I—”

“You don’t need to give me any explanations!” I snap. “All this time, I thought there was a chance you had feelings for me. I kept fighting because I thought there was a chance for us. Everyone kept telling me that you cared for me, maybe not as much as you cared for Anya, but I was beginning to actually believe it.”

“Willow, will you give me a chance to explain.” He tries to reason with me.

“You don’t need to explain anything, Dante!” I shout. “You didn’t want to touch me earlier, no matter how much I begged for it.

You refused to give me what I wanted because of some dumb excuse that you’re protecting me. You weren’t trying to protect me at all; you were trying to put more distance between us, Dante!”