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.

than we initially thought. Why would she want to kill me? To get me out

with flames. After searching the entire

the heat pouncing on my skin, threatening to hurt me. I blinked once, then

one would even realize that I was missing, and even if they did,

this time, I was the only one that

me. I screamed as a piece of wood dropped

room I was in; it was the safest place in the

look around, trying to figure out

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

when the flames finally catch up to me. I had to

proof would I have to blame Anya for

out a

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

I felt something move inside of me; it was

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

the way. It doesn’t take me long to start to move forward. I walked

it pointing me to this painting? I slowly lifted

in my hands, but the moment I did,

It was her—the witch.

one picture was staring me straight in the eye. A picture that had

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

following the path before the fire can burn

to my chest as I watch the house burn to the ground before my eyes. It was

a good look at

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

other all along. Everything that we once thought was a lie. Anya wasn’t under a spell; she

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

she was so desperate to

was still in front of this burning house with the proof I needed to bring Anya