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

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

the heat pouncing on my skin, threatening to hurt me. I blinked once, then

would even realize that I was missing, and even if they

in trouble. And this time, I was the only one that could

in on me. I screamed as

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

figure out

that easy and even if I did, I would

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

what proof would I have

out a

Anya indeed was. I had to. I

move inside of me; it was a strange feeling, unlike

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

The fire formed a pathway before me, showing me the way. It doesn’t take me

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 it. I catch it before it can touch

my hands, but the moment I did, the ground shook

It was her—the witch.

was staring me straight in the eye. A picture that had only

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

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

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

eyes, taking a good look at it for a second time.

Anya with the witch that had tried to kill me.

other all along. Everything that we once thought was a lie. Anya wasn’t

picture, it’s possible that she was her mom or an

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

than an hour, and I was still in front of this burning