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.

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

ran to another room, and to my horror, the windows were already covered with flames. After searching the entire house, it was confirmed

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

I was missing, and even if

And this time, I was the only one that could save myself. There would be no

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

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

look around, trying to figure out how to get out

even if I did, I would still be trapped. I

my arm in pain when the flames finally catch up to me. I had

what proof would I have to blame Anya for trying to

a

have to find something. Anything to prove who Anya indeed was.

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

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

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 it, and for some strange reason,

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

what I was holding in my hands, but the moment I did, the ground shook beneath my

It was her—the witch.

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

The flames were

of the house, following the path before the fire can burn it

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

look at it for a second time. I

kill me. She was

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

this picture, it’s possible that she was her mom

she was so desperate to marry Damon? Was

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