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.

she want to kill me? To get me out of Damon’s life

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

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

that I was missing,

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

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

in; it was the safest

figure out how to get out of there

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

had to suck it up. It wouldn’t be

if I got out alive, what proof would I have to blame

let out a scream of

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

felt something move inside of me; it was a strange feeling, unlike anything

was a piercing scream, and it took me a few seconds to realize that the sound was coming from me.

formed a pathway before me, showing me the way. It doesn’t take me long to start to move forward. I

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

holding in my hands, but the moment I did, the ground

It was her—the witch.

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

were howling in my ear, reminding me it was time to

of the house, following the path before the fire can

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

closer to my eyes, taking a good look at it for a second

had tried to kill me. She was hugging her tightly

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

to her? Judging by this picture,

to

would take place in less than an hour, and I was still in front of this burning house with the proof I needed to bring Anya