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.

thought. Why would she want to kill me?

flames. After searching

to hurt me. I blinked once, then twice; I couldn’t believe

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

time, I was the only one that

I screamed as a piece of wood dropped onto the

room I was in; it was the safest place in the house, at least

out how to get out of

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 think about anything. I

in pain when the flames finally catch up to me. I had to suck it up. It wouldn’t be the only burn to get out

I got out alive, what proof would I have

a

prove who Anya indeed was. I had

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

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

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

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

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

It was her—the witch.

A picture that had only been freed because of the fire that was set to trap

flames were howling in my ear, reminding

out of the house, following the path before the fire

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

the picture closer to my eyes, taking a good look at it for a second time. I

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

they knew each other all along. Everything that we once thought was

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

why she was so desperate to marry Damon? Was she slowly plotting

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