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

horror, the windows were already covered with flames. After searching the entire house, it was confirmed that there was no place for me to

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

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

And this time, I was the only one that could save myself. There would be no Damon coming to

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

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

out how

could try shifting into my wolf, but recently it hasn’t been that easy and even if I did, I would still be trapped.

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

proof would I have to blame

a scream of

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

closed my eyes as I felt something move inside of me;

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

me the way. It doesn’t take me long to start to move forward. I walked between it, and for some strange reason, I completely trusted

I slowly lifted it off the wall and

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

It was her—the witch.

A picture that had only been freed because of the fire that was set to trap

flames were howling in my ear, reminding

rush out of the house, following the path before the fire can burn it entirely down

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

closer to my eyes, taking a good look at

that had tried to kill

other all along. Everything that we once thought was a lie. Anya

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

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

wedding would take place in less than an hour, and I was still in