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.

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

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

skin, threatening to hurt me. I blinked once, then

one would even realize that I was missing, and even if they did, they wouldn’t

that could save myself. There

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

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

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

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

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

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

let out a scream

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

me; it was a strange feeling, unlike anything I’d

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

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

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

a minute to realize what I was holding in my hands, but the moment I did, the ground shook

It was her—the witch.

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

time to comprehend what was happening. The flames were howling in

following the path before the fire can burn it entirely down to the

the house burn to the ground before my eyes.

the picture closer to my eyes, taking a good look at

that had tried to kill me. She was hugging her tightly

once thought

who was she to her? Judging by this picture, it’s possible that she was her mom or

to marry Damon? Was she

in front of