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 to kill me? To get me out

already covered with flames. After

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

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

only one that could save myself. There would

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

it was the safest place

look around, trying to figure out how to get

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

pain when the flames finally catch up to me. I had to suck it

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

a

find something. Anything to prove who Anya indeed was.

me; it was a strange

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

the most fascinating yet shocking thing happened next. The fire formed a pathway before me, showing me the way. It doesn’t take me

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

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

It was her—the witch.

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

what was happening. The flames were howling in my

path before the fire can

watch the house burn to the ground before my eyes. It was falling apart

closer to my eyes, taking a good look at it for a second time. I still couldn’t believe

to kill me. She was hugging

that we once thought was a lie.

Judging by this picture, it’s possible that

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

would take place in less than an hour, and I was still in front of this burning