The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 175

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 175

BOOK 3 CHAPTER 11

~DANTE~

The screams erupted around me the second that I stepped into the ring. It helps cancel out the pain inside my heart. Images of Anya in front of me distract me for a second, but when my opponent takes his first swing at me, I’m back to defend myself.

I duck from his second attack and let him try again. My technique was to let them fight first, get them tired, and then hit them with most of my strength. So far, I’ve never met an opponent with whom I had to use every method I knew. None of them were stronger than me.

Maybe it was my emotional pain fueling my determination to win the matches. However, it wasn’t even about winning; it was mostly about forgetting the grief inside of my heart, even if it was only for a few minutes.

I let my opponent get another punch at me; I ignore the pain in my jaw. I allowed him to hit me because I needed the pain.

After a few more punches, I finally begin my counterattack.

I can hear the applause get louder as I begin winning the fight, a mixture of males and females cheering me on.

I use the sound to bury the pain. I wish it lasted longer.

No one understood me. My family. Friends. Enemies.

No one could understand why I was still in love with Anya. They expected me to let go of her after her death. They expected me to forget about her.

I didn’t know how to explain it to anyone. Anya never treated me well enough for me to love her this deeply. But loving her had nothing to do with what she did or didn’t do. The love in my heart was true and pure.

I loved her with my whole heart. When she died, I lost a part of me. A portion of me that would never return.

Outsiders didn’t know the truth about Anya. They didn’t know the things she’d done.

I’ve done my best to keep it that way.

I didn’t want her reputation to be ruined after her death. I knew my family disagreed with me, partly because this made Willow’s life more difficult. Everyone saw her as a thief, someone who’d stolen her sister’s mate.

Anya was famous, and many liked her despite the wrongs she’s done. They liked her more after her death.

The bell rings suddenly, breaking me out of my thoughts. I hadn’t even realized I’d won the fight already. The cheers are louder than before. The referee grabbed my arm and lifted it to signal that I was the winner. I look around the stadium and all I can see are excited faces. I’m gaining their trust after each fight that I won.

Jaguar shakes my hand as I exit the ring. “Always a pleasure watching you fight. Hope we get to see you again soon.”

I nod, “I will be back before the end of the week.”

Or maybe sooner. There’s no telling what else I’ll do that would bring me straight back here to fix it.

“Dante!” the woman next to me, screamed my name.

One of them walks over to me. She’s dressed in a mini skirt and a white b*a. That was a casual outfit in here. She purposefully pushed herself closer so I could get a good view of her breasts.

My jaw clenches.

“Can I have your number?” She asks seductively.

“I’m married,” I answer her.

She looks surprised, “I don’t see a ring.”

Even if she couldn’t see a ring, I’m positive that she knew I was married. I haven’t met anyone unaware of my marriage to Willow. However, it’s never enough to stop women from approaching me. Even if I weren’t married to Willow, I wouldn’t be interested in them.

“Then will you take my number?” She asks desperately. “You can call me whenever you need someone to talk to or do other things.”

“Let the man pass,” Jaguar tells her. “This part of the ring is not for spectators.”

She angrily folds her arms as she walks away.

“Thanks.”

“Anytime!” He grins. “I can’t have my best fighter harassed just after a fight. Call me if you ever need anything!”

I nod and walk away before someone else tries talking to me.

I didn’t want to go home, but there wasn’t anything else left for me to do here.

“Congratulations!” The receptionist shouts as I walk towards my jeep.

I wave at her before getting into the vehicle and driving away. I knew my family would freak out when they saw more bruises on my body, but I would be prepared for their reactions.

No matter what they said to me, I wouldn’t stop fighting. This was a part of me now. I wasn’t going to let go of it that easily. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

It doesn’t take me long to reach home, and when I do, I stay in my Jeep for over an hour. I wanted to ensure Willow was asleep when I returned to the room.

I didn’t want to be asked any more questions. I didn’t have the answers she was seeking.

After finally convincing myself that it was time to leave the garage, I moved towards the house. I walk up the stairs and straight into my room.

The lights are off, and she’s in the bed with the sheets around her.

She must be asleep.

I breathe a sigh of relief. I quietly walked into the bathroom and got rid of my b****y clothes. After taking a shower, I changed into shorts and a T-shirt.

I was still trying my hardest to be as quiet as possible. I didn’t want to do anything to wake her.

However, the second I step out of the bathroom, the lights are on, and she’s standing right before me.

Ah f**k.

Why was she still waking? She should have been asleep.

Her eyes widen when she spots the bruises on my face.

“You did it again.” She whispers in horror.

My hand tightened into a fist.

“Why are you waking at this time, Willow?”