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.

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

After searching the entire house, it was confirmed that there was no place for me

skin, threatening to hurt me. I blinked

I 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

was the only one that could save myself.

in on me. I screamed as a piece of wood dropped onto the floor next to

in; it was the safest place in the house, at least for

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

and even if I did, I would still be trapped.

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

proof would I have to blame Anya for trying to kill

a scream of

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

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

me a few seconds to realize that the sound was coming from

me the way. It doesn’t take me long to start

the wall. Why was it pointing me to this painting? I slowly lifted it off the wall

took me a minute to realize what I was holding in my

It was her—the witch.

picture was staring me straight in the eye. A picture that had only been freed because of

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

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.

taking a good look at it for a

witch that had tried to kill me. She was hugging her tightly with another girl next to

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

she to her? Judging by this picture,

so desperate to marry Damon?

I was still in front of this burning house with the