The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

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The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 178

BOOK 3 CHAPTER 14

~WILLOW~

They were everywhere. My sister and my husband. They must have taken a million pictures together

for there to be this many. How many times did he kiss her? How many times have they done even

more?

My stomach churned at just the thought of it.

Why would anyone choose to play such a foolish prank on us? I was still heartbroken from Anya’s

death. None of these people actually loved her, yet they seemed to believe otherwise. Rather than

comfort me after losing my sister, these people preferred to scar me emotionally.

I was still trying to gain the affection of Dante. With all of these pictures, his emotion for Anya would

only resurface.

“We need to get these pictures down,” Autumn tells Clarissa. “Immediately.”

They were thinking the same thing that I was. However, I knew nothing could get rid of those pictures

fast enough. Dante was only a few feet away from us.

“I wish I could have burnt them to the ground.” Clarissa hissed. “However, I have no choice but to hide

my power.”

When Dante finally looks up from his phone, he sees me staring at him wide-eyed.

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He looks confused at first until his eyes fall on the pictures right before him. I watch as realization

quickly dampens his mood.

His lips parted, and his forehead creased. I watch as the phone from his hand drops onto the ground.

“I’m so sorry, Dante.” Autumn apologizes. “I don’t know who’s responsible for this, but we will get rid of

every one of these pictures.”

Dante looks at her then, “Get rid of them? They are pictures of Anya. I don’t want you to destroy them.

Take them down but don’t destroy them. You can give them to me.”

I try not to take his words to heart. I tried my best; however, I failed miserably.

Was he planning on staring at those pictures every chance that he got? The fact that he didn’t want

Autumn to destroy them and instead give them to him told me all that I needed to know.

I watch with horror as he takes one of the pictures, walking past me.

I see the smirks on everyone’s faces. It’s almost like they enjoyed hurting me.

“Don’t let them know how much it’s hurting you,” Clarissa whispers. “Don’t give them the satisfaction

that their plan has worked. Instead, lift your head and keep on fighting back. You have us by your side,

and I promise Dante will soon be on your side as well. All he needs is some time to heal.”

I truly wanted to believe her, but I didn’t think that it was possible for Dante to ever heal from Anya’s

death. She was his true love, even if she didn’t see it that way.

Seeing my face every day must make everything much more difficult for him.

“What the hell is all of this?” Atticus demands as he takes a look around us. He’d just entered.

“Someone decided to play a little prank on Willow,” Autumn answers. “A sick, twisted joke.”

Atticus narrows his eyes, “I’ll get to the bottom of this.”

Clarissa and Autumn take both of my arms and walk with me to class.

“Good morning, class,” the professor greets everyone just after we’ve taken our seats. “Today, we’re

discussing ideas for our new fundraiser. It’s almost that time when we accept someone that can’t afford

to attend this academy. This fundraiser will go towards that scholarship just like it always does.”

I was learning new things about the academy every day.

I looked around the room for Dante; he wasn’t there. Did he lock himself in somewhere with that picture

of Anya? I tried to get images of that thought out of my head.

“We want fresh new ideas this year.” The professor announces. “Whoever has one can raise their

hands, and I’ll give you a chance to speak.”

I was not used to things like these and decided not to take part. Everyone already hated me; I didn’t

want to give them more reasons to do so.

“We can sell jackets for the event.” Someone offers, and the professor seems to like the idea. “My

father is a designer. He can help us out.”

“Anyone else?”

“What about a kissing booth?” Sharon offers. “But only with guys. Every guy from our class must take

part in it. However, no one can know who they’re kissing until they enter the booth. It will be private.

With no one to make anyone feel uncomfortable.”

She looked at me when she said the last line.

“That’s not a good idea.” Autumn disagrees. “The guys should have a choice. They shouldn’t be f****d

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to take part in this.”

I knew that she and Clarissa would be pissed if Damon and Atticus were f****d to kiss other women

because of Sharon’s idea.

“I understand your concern Autumn but Sharon has a good idea. Our aim for the fundraiser is to make

just enough to cover the scholarship. It will allow someone to improve their life, someone who deserves

it.”

Autumn doesn’t say anything at that. Atticus and Damon, along with Dante, were not in class. I’m not

sure where they were. I’m sure if Atticus and Damon were here, they would also protest. Dante, on the

other hand, I’m not sure what his reaction would have been like. He’s hard to read at times.

The thought of Dante kissing another woman in the kissing booth bothered me. However, I knew that it

was for a good cause. It’s not like I had a say in any of this.

Dante would never know that I had feelings for him. If he thought that I would be okay with this kissing

booth idea, he would go along with it.

“I swear girls from this academy would use any excuse to kiss already-taken guys.” Clarissa mumbles.

“Can’t I just burn their hair just once?”

Autumn sighs, “As much as I would love to see that, you know that you can’t reveal the truth to anyone.

People are keeping an eye on us. We can’t give them any reason to suspect you.”

“I guess we must find a way to live with this,” Clarissa says as she crosses her hand over her chest

angrily.

I felt the same as she did, but I tried to bury those feelings.

I had to find a way to get rid of them before I got hurt. I had to. If I kept these feelings in my heart, I

would surely get my heart broken soon.

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