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

After searching the entire house, it

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

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

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

closing in on me. I screamed as a

to the first room I was in; it was

out how to get out of

into my wolf, but recently it hasn’t been that easy and even if I did, I would still be trapped. I didn’t have much time to think

had to suck

alive, what proof would I have to

a

who Anya indeed was. I had to. I was running out of

eyes as I felt something move inside of me;

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

before me, 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

in my hands, but the moment I

It was her—the witch.

had only been freed because of the fire that

The flames were howling

house, following the path before the fire can burn

I watch the house burn to the ground before my eyes. It was

to my eyes, taking a good look at it for

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

we once thought was a lie. Anya wasn’t under a spell; she was working with the

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

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

was still in