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

with flames. After searching the entire house, it was confirmed that

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

Anya. No one would even realize that I was missing, and

only one that could save myself. There

I screamed as a piece of wood

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

around, trying to figure out how to get out

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

pain when the flames finally catch up to me. I had to suck it

proof would I have to

let out a

to find something. Anything to prove who Anya indeed was. I had to. I

something move inside of me;

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

me the way. It doesn’t take me long to

followed the path until I 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

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

It was her—the witch.

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

were howling in

path before the fire can burn it

watch the house burn to the ground before

closer to my eyes, taking a good look at it for a second time. I still couldn’t believe

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

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

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

was so desperate to marry Damon? Was she slowly

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