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.

she want to kill me? To get me out of Damon’s life for

After searching the entire house, it was confirmed that there

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

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

one that could save myself. There would be no

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

it was the

look around, trying to figure out how

could try shifting into my wolf, 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

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

alive, what proof would I have to

a scream of

who Anya indeed

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

was coming from me. I

me, showing me the way. It doesn’t take me long to start to move forward. I walked

wall. Why was it pointing me to this painting? I slowly lifted it off the wall and watched as a picture fell

holding in my hands,

It was her—the witch.

one picture was staring me straight in the eye. A picture that had

comprehend what was happening. The flames were howling in

path before the

house burn to the ground before my eyes. It was

taking a good look at it for a second time. I still couldn’t

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

we once thought was a lie. Anya wasn’t

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

this why she was so desperate to marry Damon? Was she

wedding would take place in less than an hour, and I was still in