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.

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

the windows were already covered with flames. After searching the

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

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

the only one that could save myself. There would be no Damon coming to

me. I screamed as a piece of

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

figure out how to get out of

even if I did, I would still be trapped. I didn’t have much

arm in pain when the flames finally catch up to me. I had to suck

I have to

out a scream

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

of me; it was a strange feeling, unlike anything I’d

to realize that the sound was coming from me. I didn’t understand why I was screaming; all I knew

most fascinating yet shocking thing happened next. The fire formed a pathway before me, showing me the way. It doesn’t take me

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

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

It was her—the witch.

picture that had only been freed because of the

was happening. The flames were howling in my ear, reminding me it was time

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

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

taking a good look at it for a

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

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

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

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

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