The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 120

Book 2 Chapter 43

~CLARISSA~

Empty.

The house was completely empty.

Anya must have cleared it after discovering we had hired someone to monitor her. It’s why she told me to stay away from her home. She was only trying to provoke me.

If I had told anyone about it, they would have thought I was making everything up to stop the wedding. Maybe that’s what she wanted all along.

She wanted to make me look like a fool. She wanted to play the victim once more.

I dropped myself onto the floor and buried my face in my hands. This was my last chance to stop the wedding. It was my last chance to prevent Damon from ruining his life for me.

I couldn’t believe it was all over. Anya had played me. She did this to distract me from the wedding. She knew I would go to the house as a last resort. She knew I would try to find evidence.

How could I have been so stupid?

I slowly lift my head from my hands after realizing something I should have noticed sooner.

What was that scent? The sound?

I’ve heard it before in the forest.

Where was it coming from? I picked myself off the ground and walked out of the room, only to realize that all the exits were on fire.

A chill runs down my spine as I soon realize Anya’s true plan. She wanted to kill me in this house. It wasn’t just a distraction; she wanted me dead.

thought. Why would she want to

to my horror, the windows were already covered with flames. After searching the entire house, it was confirmed that there was no place for me to

pouncing on my skin, threatening to hurt me.

that I was missing, and even if they did, they wouldn’t know

trouble. And this time, I was the only one that could save

getting closer and closer, closing in on me. I screamed as a piece of wood

the first room I was in; it was the safest place in the

figure out how to get out

that easy and even if I did, I would still be

I had

I have to

a

something. Anything to prove who Anya indeed was. I had to. I

something move inside of me; it was a strange feeling, unlike anything I’d

that the sound was coming from me. I didn’t understand why

thing happened next. The fire formed a pathway before me, showing me the way. It doesn’t take me

followed the path until I stopped before a strange untouched painting on the wall. Why was it pointing me to this painting? I slowly lifted

to realize what I was holding in my hands, but the moment I did, the ground shook

It was her—the witch.

one picture was staring me straight in the eye. A picture that had only been freed because of the fire that was set to trap me

time to comprehend what was happening. The flames were howling in my ear, reminding me

out of the house, following the path before the fire can burn

the house burn to the ground

the picture closer to my eyes, taking a good look at it for a second time. I still couldn’t believe

Anya with the witch that had tried to kill me. She was hugging her tightly with another girl next

that they knew each other all along. Everything that we once thought was a lie. Anya wasn’t under

Judging by this picture, it’s possible that she was her mom or

this why she was so desperate to marry Damon? Was she slowly

was still in front of this burning house with