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? To get me out

were already covered with flames. After searching the entire house, it was

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

was here except Anya. No one would even realize that I was missing, and even if they did, they wouldn’t

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

me. I screamed as a piece of wood dropped onto the

moved back to the first room I was in; it was

to figure out

my wolf, but recently it hasn’t been that easy and even if I did, I would still be trapped. I didn’t have

pain when the flames finally catch up to me. I had to suck it up. It wouldn’t be the

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

out a scream of

indeed was. I had to. I

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

and it took me a few seconds to realize that the sound was coming

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 completely trusted it even though

stopped 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 it. I catch it before it can

what I was holding in my hands, but

It was her—the witch.

the eye. A picture that had only been freed because of the fire

flames were howling in my ear, reminding me it was

before the fire can burn it entirely down

the picture to my chest as I watch the house burn to the ground

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

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

each other all along. Everything that we once thought was a lie. Anya wasn’t under a spell; she was working with

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

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

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