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.

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

windows were already covered with flames. After searching the entire house,

could feel the heat pouncing on my skin, threatening to hurt me. I blinked once, then twice; I couldn’t

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

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

screamed as a piece of wood dropped

was in; it was the

around, trying to figure out how to

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 about anything. I had to

I had to suck it up. It wouldn’t be the only burn to get out of this

would I have

let out a

Anything to prove who Anya indeed

my eyes as I felt something move inside of me; it was a strange feeling, unlike anything I’d ever

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

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

to this painting? I slowly lifted it off the wall and watched as a picture fell from behind it. I catch it before it

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

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

path before the fire can burn it entirely down

burn to the

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

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

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

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

this why 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