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.

we initially thought. Why would she want

my horror, the windows were already covered with flames. After searching the entire house, it was confirmed that there was

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

here except Anya. No one would even realize that I was missing, and even if they did, they wouldn’t know where to search

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

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

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

trying to figure out how to get out of there

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

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

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

a scream of

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

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

realize that the sound was coming from me. I didn’t understand why I was screaming; all I knew was that my heart was

next. The fire formed a pathway before me, showing me the way. It doesn’t take me long to start to move forward. I

me to this painting? I slowly lifted it off the wall and watched as a picture fell from behind it. I catch it before it can touch

my hands, but

It was her—the witch.

the eye. A picture that had only been freed

were howling in my ear, reminding me

the path before the fire can burn

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

a good look at it for a

witch that had tried to kill me.

once thought was a lie.

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

was so desperate to marry Damon? Was she slowly

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