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.

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

with flames. After searching the

skin, threatening to hurt me.

that I was missing, and even

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

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

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

trying to figure out how

it hasn’t been that easy and even if I did, I would still be trapped. I didn’t have much time to think about anything. I had

arm in pain when the flames finally catch up to me. I had to suck it up. It wouldn’t be the only burn to get out of

alive, what proof would I have to blame

a scream of

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

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

coming from me. I didn’t understand why I was screaming;

opened my eyes, and the most fascinating yet shocking thing happened next. 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, and for some strange reason, I completely trusted it even though

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

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

It was her—the witch.

that had only been freed because of the fire that was set

were howling in my ear, reminding me it was

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

as I watch the house burn to the ground before my eyes. It

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

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

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

picture, it’s

this why she was so desperate to marry

I was still in front of this burning house with the proof I