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.

want to kill me? To get

ran to another room, and to my horror, the windows were already covered with flames. After searching the entire house, it was confirmed that there was no

skin, threatening to hurt me. I blinked once, then twice; I couldn’t believe this was happening to

knew that I was here except Anya. No one would even realize that I was missing, and even if

that could save myself. There would be no Damon

in on me. I screamed as

I was in; it

out how to get out of

I could try shifting into my wolf, but recently it hasn’t been that easy and even if I

I had

I have to blame Anya for trying

let out a

to find something. 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

scream, and it 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 to start to move forward. I walked between it, and for some strange reason, I completely trusted it even though

before a strange untouched painting on the wall. Why was it pointing me to this painting? I slowly lifted it off the wall and watched

in my hands,

It was her—the witch.

straight in the eye. A picture that had only

have time to comprehend what was happening. The flames were howling in my

path before

house burn to the ground before my eyes. It was falling apart right in front of

eyes, taking a good look at it for

the witch that had tried to kill

knew each other all along. Everything that we once thought was a lie. Anya wasn’t under a spell; she was working with the

Judging by this picture, it’s possible that she

so desperate to marry Damon? Was

place in less than an hour, and I was still in front of this burning house with the proof I needed to bring