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

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

skin, threatening to hurt me. I blinked once, then twice; I couldn’t believe this was

one knew that 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

time, I was the only one that could save myself. There would be no Damon coming

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

it was

look around, trying to figure out

easy and even if

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

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

out a scream

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

as I felt something move inside of me; it was a

sound was coming from me. I didn’t understand why I was screaming; all

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 it

before 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

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

It was her—the witch.

picture that had only been freed because of

to comprehend what was happening. The flames were howling in my ear,

path before the fire can burn it entirely down

house burn to the ground before my eyes. It was falling

closer to my eyes, taking a good look

with the witch that had tried to kill me. She was hugging her

along. Everything that we once thought was

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

so desperate to marry Damon? Was she slowly

than an hour, and I was still in front of this