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

After searching the entire house, it was confirmed that there

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

one knew that I was here except Anya. No one would even realize that I was missing, and even if they

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

closer, closing in on me. I screamed

it was the safest place in the house, at least

figure out how

had to be missing something. I could try shifting into my wolf, but recently it hasn’t been that easy and even if

I had to suck

I got out alive, what proof would I

a scream

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

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

me a few seconds to realize that the sound was coming from me. I didn’t

opened my eyes, 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 to move forward. I walked between it, and for some strange

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 touch the

what I was holding in my

It was her—the witch.

the eye. A picture that had only been

what was happening. The flames were howling in my ear, reminding me it was

path before the fire can burn

to the ground before my

taking a good look at it for a

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

we once thought was a lie. Anya wasn’t under a

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

so desperate to

I was still in front of this burning house with the proof I needed to bring