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.

worse than we initially thought. Why would she want to kill me?

flames. After searching the entire house, it was

to hurt me.

would even realize that I was missing, and even if they did,

trouble. And this time, I was the only one that could save myself. There would be

and closer, closing in on me. I screamed as a piece of wood dropped onto the floor next to

back to the first room I was in; it was the safest place in the house, at least for

trying to figure out how

but recently it hasn’t been that easy and even if I did, I would

when the flames finally catch up to me. I had to suck it up. It wouldn’t be the only burn to get

if I got out alive, what proof would I have to blame Anya for trying

a scream of

who Anya indeed was. I had

inside of me; it was a strange feeling,

took me a few seconds to realize that the sound was coming from me. I didn’t understand why I was screaming; all I knew was that my heart was in

doesn’t take me long

Why was it pointing me to this painting? I slowly lifted it off the wall and watched as a picture fell from behind it. I catch

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

It was her—the witch.

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

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

before the fire can burn it

watch the house burn to the ground before my eyes. It was falling

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

that had tried to kill me. She was hugging her tightly with

all along. Everything that we once thought

her? Judging by this picture, it’s possible that

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

in front of this