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.

would she want to kill me? To get me

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

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

one would even realize that I was missing, and even if they did, they wouldn’t

only one that could save myself. There

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

I was in; it was the safest place

around, trying to figure out how to get

wolf, but recently it hasn’t been that easy and even if I did, I

up to me. I had to suck it up. It wouldn’t be the only

proof would I

out a scream of

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

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

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

the path until I stopped before a strange untouched painting on the wall. Why was it pointing me to this painting? I slowly lifted it

a minute to realize what I was holding in my hands, but the moment I did,

It was her—the witch.

had only been freed because of the fire

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

rush out of the house, following the path before the fire

I watch the house burn to the

good look at it for a second time. I still couldn’t

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

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

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

why she was so desperate to marry

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