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?

windows were already covered with flames. After searching the entire

skin, threatening to hurt me. I blinked once, then

realize that I was missing,

the only one that could save myself. There would be no Damon

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

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

figure out

easy and even if I did, I

I had to suck it up. It wouldn’t be the only burn to get

out alive, what proof would I have to blame

let out a

Anything to prove who Anya indeed was. I had to. I was running out

closed my eyes as I felt something move inside of me; it was a strange feeling, unlike anything I’d

was coming from me. I didn’t understand why I was screaming; all I

a pathway before me, showing me the way. It doesn’t take me long to start to move forward. I walked between it, and

me to this painting? I slowly lifted it off the wall and watched as a

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

It was her—the witch.

eye. A picture that had only been freed because

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

rush out of the house, following the path before

the picture to my chest as I watch the house burn to the ground before my eyes. It was falling apart right in front of

look at it for a second time. I

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

thought was a lie. Anya wasn’t

was she to her? Judging by this picture, it’s possible

she was so desperate to marry

and I was still in front of this burning house with the proof