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.

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

horror, the windows were already covered with flames. After searching the entire house, it was confirmed that there was no place for me to

to hurt me. I

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

that

getting closer and closer, closing in on me. I screamed as

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

to figure out how to get

had to be missing something. I could try shifting into my wolf, but recently it hasn’t been that easy and even if I did, I would still be trapped. I

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

if I got out alive, what proof would I have to

a

indeed was. I had to. I was

me; it was a strange

piercing scream, and it took me a few seconds to realize that the sound was coming from me. I didn’t understand why I was screaming;

before me, showing me the way. It doesn’t take me long to start to move forward. I walked between it, and

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 off the wall and watched as a picture fell from behind it.

me a minute to realize what I was holding in my hands,

It was her—the witch.

straight in the eye. A picture that had only

The flames were howling in my ear, reminding me it was time

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

chest as I watch the house burn to the ground before my eyes. It was falling apart right in front of

picture closer to my eyes, taking a good look at it

to kill me. She was hugging her tightly with another girl

meant that they knew each other all along. Everything that we once thought was a lie. Anya wasn’t under a spell;

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

she was so desperate to marry

was still in front of