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

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

threatening to hurt me.

Anya. No one would even realize that I was missing, and

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

screamed as a piece of wood

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

figure out how to get out of there

it hasn’t been that easy and even if I did, I would still be trapped.

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

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

a scream of

to prove who Anya indeed was. I had

me; it was a strange

me 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 heart

way. It doesn’t take me long

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

took me a minute to realize what I was holding in my

It was her—the witch.

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

The flames were howling in my ear, reminding me it

the house, following the path before the fire can burn it entirely down to

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

picture closer to my eyes, taking a good look at

kill me. She was hugging her tightly with

that they knew each 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 possible that she

to marry Damon?

hour, and I was still in front of this burning house with the proof I needed