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.

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

covered with flames. After searching the entire house, it was confirmed that there was no place for

to hurt me. I blinked once, then

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

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

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

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

around, trying to figure out how to get out of there

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

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

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

a scream of

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

move inside of me; it was a strange

there was a piercing 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

take me long to start to move forward.

stopped 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 as a picture fell from behind

took me a minute to realize what I was holding in my

It was her—the witch.

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

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

house, following the path before the fire can burn

the picture to my chest as I watch the house burn to the ground

bring the picture closer to my eyes, taking a good look at it for a second time.

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

that we once thought was a lie. Anya wasn’t under a spell; she

was she to her? Judging by this picture,

she was so desperate to marry

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