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 me out of Damon’s life

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

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

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

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

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

to the first room I was in; it was the

to figure out how to get out of

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

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

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

let out a

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

eyes as I felt something move inside of me; it was a strange

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

formed a pathway before me, showing me the way. It doesn’t take me long to start to move

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

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

It was her—the witch.

the eye. A picture that had only

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

following the path before the fire can burn it

to my chest as I watch the house burn to the ground before

to my eyes, taking a good look at it

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

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

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

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

still in