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.

much worse than we initially thought. Why would she want

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

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

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

I was the only one that could save myself.

closing in on me. I screamed as a piece of wood dropped onto

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

to figure out how

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

up to me. I had to suck it

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

a scream

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

felt something move inside of me; it was a strange feeling,

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

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

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

holding in my hands, but the moment I did,

It was her—the witch.

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

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

of the house, following the path before the fire can burn it

the picture to my chest as I watch the house burn to the ground before my eyes. It was falling apart right in front

my eyes, taking a good look

a picture of Anya with the witch that had tried to kill

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

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

to marry Damon? Was she slowly plotting her

still in front