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.

was much worse than we initially thought. Why would she want

with flames. After searching the entire house, it was confirmed that there was no place

pouncing on my skin, threatening to hurt me. I blinked once, then twice; I couldn’t believe this was happening to

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

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

and closer, 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, at

out how to get

easy and even

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

alive, what proof would I have

a

Anya indeed was. I had to. I

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

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

shocking thing happened next. The fire formed a pathway before me, showing me the way. It doesn’t take me

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

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

It was her—the witch.

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

didn’t have time to comprehend what was happening. The flames were howling in my ear, reminding me it was

the path before the fire can burn

to the ground before my eyes. It was falling apart

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

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

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

picture, it’s possible

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

still in front of this