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.

would she want to kill me? To get me out of Damon’s

with flames. After searching the

to hurt me. I blinked once,

knew that I was here except Anya. No one would even realize that I was

one that could save myself. There

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

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

to figure out how to get

wolf, but recently it hasn’t been that easy and even if I did, I would still be trapped. I didn’t have much time to

catch up to me. I had to suck

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

out a scream of

who Anya indeed was. I had to. I was running out

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

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 was that my heart was in

my eyes, and the most fascinating yet shocking thing happened next. The fire formed a pathway before me, showing 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

strange untouched painting on 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

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

It was her—the witch.

eye. A picture that had only been freed because of

didn’t have time to comprehend what was happening. The flames were

the path before

watch the house burn to the ground before my eyes. It was falling apart right in front of

look at it for a

of Anya with the witch that had tried to kill me. She was

along. Everything that we once thought was a lie. Anya wasn’t under a spell; she

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

was so desperate to marry Damon? Was she slowly

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