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.

Why would she want to kill me? To get me out of Damon’s life

my horror, the windows were already covered with flames. After searching the

on my skin, threatening to hurt me. I blinked once, then twice; I couldn’t

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

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

in on me. I screamed as a piece of wood

back to the first room I was in; it

figure out how to

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

when the flames finally catch up to me. I had

proof would I have to

out a

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

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

seconds to realize that the sound was coming from

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,

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

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

It was her—the witch.

had only been freed because of the fire that was set to trap me inside this

didn’t have time to comprehend what was happening. The flames were

out of the house, following the path before the

watch the house burn to the ground before my eyes. It was

taking a good look at it for a second time. I still

to kill me. She was hugging her

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

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

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

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