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.

want to kill me?

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 for me to

the heat pouncing on my skin, threatening to hurt me. I blinked

Anya. No one would even realize that I was missing, and even

that could save myself. There would be no Damon coming to my

I screamed as a piece of wood dropped onto the floor next

was in; it was

to figure out how to get out of there

missing something. I 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 have much

I had to suck it up. It wouldn’t be

I have to blame Anya

a scream

Anything to prove who Anya indeed was.

of me; it

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 screaming; all I knew was

shocking thing happened next. The fire formed a pathway before me, showing me the way. It doesn’t take me long to start to move forward. I walked between it, and for some strange

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 behind it. I catch it before it can touch the

my

It was her—the witch.

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

were howling

following the path before the fire

the house burn to the ground before my eyes. It was falling apart

look at it for a second

had tried to kill me. She

that they knew each other all along. Everything that we once thought was a lie. Anya

this picture, it’s

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 house with the proof I needed to