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

flames. After

hurt me. I

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

one that

in on me. I screamed as a piece of wood dropped onto

moved back to the first room I was in; it

figure out

hasn’t been that easy and even if I did, I would still be trapped. I didn’t have much time to think about

I had to suck it up. It wouldn’t

alive, what proof would I

out a

Anya indeed

something move inside of me; it was a strange

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

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

Why was it pointing me to this painting? I slowly lifted it off the wall and watched as a picture fell

my

It was her—the witch.

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

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

path before

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

my eyes, taking a good look

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

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

this picture, it’s

to marry Damon?

an hour, and I was still in front of this burning house with the proof I needed