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.

we initially thought. Why would she want to kill me?

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

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

one knew that I was here except Anya. No one would even realize that I was missing, and even if they did, they

And this time, I was the only one that could save myself.

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

first room I was in; it was the

out how to

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

to me. I had to

what proof would I have to blame Anya for trying to

let out a scream

indeed was. I had to. I was running out

something move inside of me; it

that the sound was coming from me. I didn’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 kill

pointing me to this painting? I slowly lifted it off the wall and watched as

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

It was her—the witch.

the eye. A picture that had only been freed because of the fire that was set to trap me

have time to comprehend what was happening. The flames were howling in

rush out of the house, following the path before

house burn to the ground before my eyes. It was

my eyes, taking a good look at

picture of 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

her? Judging by this picture, it’s

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

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