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 of Damon’s

ran to another room, and to my horror, the windows were already covered with flames. After searching the entire house, it was confirmed

pouncing on my skin, threatening to hurt me.

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

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

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

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

out how to get

that easy and even if I did, I would still

arm in pain when the flames finally catch up to me. I had

would I have to blame Anya for trying

out a scream

prove who Anya indeed was. I had to.

felt something move inside of me; it

to realize that the sound was coming

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

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 the

took me a minute to realize what I was holding in my hands, but the moment I

It was her—the witch.

had only been freed because of the fire that

was happening. The flames were howling in my ear,

of the house, following the path before

my chest as I watch the house burn to the ground before my eyes. It

good look at it for a second time.

a picture of Anya with the witch that had tried to kill me. She was hugging her tightly with another girl

along. Everything that we once thought was a

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

so desperate to marry Damon? Was

was still in front of this burning house with the proof