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.

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

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

could feel the heat pouncing on my skin, threatening to hurt me. I blinked once, then twice; I couldn’t believe this

realize that I was missing, and even if they did, they wouldn’t know where to search for

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

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

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

around, trying to figure out how to get out of

that easy and even if I did, I would still be trapped. I didn’t have much time to think about

I had

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

a scream

indeed

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

realize that the sound was coming from

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

a 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 can

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

It was her—the witch.

that had only been freed because of the fire that was set

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

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

to my chest as I watch the house burn to the

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

kill me. She was hugging her tightly with

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

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

desperate to marry

than an hour, and I was still in front