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.

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

my horror, the windows were already covered with flames. After searching the entire house, it was confirmed that

hurt me. I blinked once, then twice; I couldn’t

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

trouble. And this time, I was the only one that

and closer, closing in on me. I screamed as a piece of wood dropped onto the floor next to

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

figure out how to get

hasn’t been that easy and even if I did, I would still be trapped. I

up to me. I had to suck it

proof would I have to blame Anya for

let out a scream of

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

I felt something move inside of me; it was a strange

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;

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 reason, I completely trusted

to this painting? I slowly lifted it off the wall and watched as

realize what I was holding in my hands, but the

It was her—the witch.

the eye. A picture that had only been freed because of the fire that was set to trap

what was happening. The flames were howling in my ear,

the path before the fire can burn it entirely down to the

to the ground before my eyes.

a good look at it

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

Everything that we once thought was

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

so desperate to marry Damon? Was she slowly

hour, and I was still in front of this