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.

Why would she want to kill me? To get me out of Damon’s life for

ran to another room, and to my horror, the windows were already covered with flames. After searching the entire house, it was confirmed that there was no place

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

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

time, I was the only one that could save

closing in on me. I screamed as a piece

the first room I was in; it

figure out

my wolf, but recently it hasn’t been that easy and even if

had to suck it up. It wouldn’t be

if I got out alive, what proof would I have to blame Anya for trying to kill

let out a scream of

find something. Anything to prove who Anya indeed was. I had

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

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

before me, showing me the way. It doesn’t take me long to start to move forward. I walked between it, and for

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

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

It was her—the witch.

A picture that had only been freed because of the fire that was

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

following the path before the

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

eyes, taking a good look at it for a second time. I still

tried to kill me. She was

we once thought was a lie. Anya wasn’t under

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

she was so desperate to marry Damon? Was she slowly

wedding would take place in less than an hour, and I was still in front of this burning house with the proof I needed