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 another room, and to my horror, the windows were already covered with flames. After

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

knew that I was here except Anya. No one would even realize that I was missing, and even if they did,

I was the only one that could save myself. There would be no Damon

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

moved back to the first room I was in; it was the safest place

out how to

could try shifting into my wolf, but recently it hasn’t been that easy and even if I did, I would still be trapped. I didn’t have much time to

flames finally catch up to me. I had to suck it up. It

alive, what proof would I have to blame Anya for

a scream of

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

inside of me; it was a strange

there was a piercing 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; all I knew was that my heart was

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

on the wall. Why was it pointing me to this painting? I slowly lifted it off the

what I was holding in my hands, but the moment I

It was her—the witch.

Just one picture was staring me straight in the eye. A picture that had only been freed because of the fire that was set to trap me

was happening. The flames were howling in my

the path before the fire can

burn to

my eyes, taking a good look at it

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

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

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

this why she was so desperate to

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