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.

worse than we initially thought. Why would she want to kill me? To get me out of Damon’s life

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

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

would even realize that I was missing, and even if

And this time, I was the only one that could save myself. There would

screamed as a piece of wood dropped onto the floor next

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

trying to figure out how to

could try shifting into my wolf, but recently it hasn’t been that easy and even if I did, I would still be trapped. I didn’t

up to me. I had to suck it up.

what proof would I have to

let out a scream of

Anya indeed

of me; it was a

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

take me long to start to move forward. I walked

Why was it pointing me to this painting? I slowly lifted it off

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

It was her—the witch.

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

what was happening. The flames were

house, following the path before the

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

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

to kill me. She was hugging her

knew each other all along. Everything that we once thought

by this picture, it’s possible that she was her

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

take place in less than an hour, and I was still in front of this burning