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.

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

covered with flames. After searching the entire house, it

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

except Anya. No one would even realize that I was missing, and even if they did, they wouldn’t

was in trouble. And this time, I was the only one that could save myself. There would be no Damon coming to my

screamed as a piece of wood dropped onto

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

trying to figure out how to

that easy and even if I did,

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

I got out alive, what proof would I have to blame Anya for

a scream of

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

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

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

fascinating yet shocking thing 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 it, and for some strange reason, I completely trusted it even though it could

until I stopped before a strange untouched 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 from behind it. I catch it before it can touch

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

It was her—the witch.

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

flames were howling in my ear, reminding me

following the path before the fire can burn it entirely down

to my chest as I watch the house burn to

my eyes, taking a good look at it

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

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

picture, it’s possible that she was her

this why she was so desperate to marry Damon? Was she slowly

than an hour, and I was still in