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.

initially thought. Why would she want to kill me?

the windows were already covered with flames. After searching

the heat pouncing on my skin, threatening to hurt me. I blinked once,

one would even realize that I was missing, and even if they did,

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

getting closer and closer, closing in on me. I screamed as a piece of wood dropped onto the floor next to

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

around, trying to figure out how

but recently it hasn’t been that easy and even if I did, I

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 of

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

a

to prove who Anya indeed was. I had to. I

of me;

was a piercing scream, and it took me a few seconds to realize that the sound was coming from me. I

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

me to this painting? I slowly lifted it off the wall and watched as a picture fell from behind it. I catch it

minute to realize what I was holding in my hands, but

It was her—the witch.

was staring me straight in the eye. A picture that had only been freed because of the fire that was set

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

following the path before the fire can burn it entirely down to the

watch the house burn to the

taking a good look at it for a second time. I still

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

Everything that we once thought was a lie. Anya

Judging by this picture,

to marry

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