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

horror, the windows were already covered with flames. After searching the entire house, it was confirmed that there was no

hurt me. I blinked once, then twice;

here except Anya. No one would even realize that I was missing, and even if they did, they

was the only one that could save myself. There would be no

closing in on me. I screamed as a piece of

room I was in; it was the safest

out how to get out of there

that easy and even if I did, I would still be trapped.

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

what proof would I

out a scream

prove who Anya indeed

closed my eyes as I felt something move inside of me; it

coming from me. I didn’t understand

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

untouched painting on the wall. Why was it pointing me to this painting? I slowly lifted it off the wall and watched as a

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

It was her—the witch.

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

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

house, following the path before

watch the house burn to the ground before my eyes. It was falling apart right in front of

to my eyes, taking a good look at it for a second

witch that had tried to kill me. She was hugging her tightly with another girl next

knew each other all along. Everything that we once thought

this picture, it’s possible that she was

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

in front of this burning house with the proof