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.

she want to kill me? To get me

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

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

that I was missing, and even

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

I screamed as a piece

to the first room I was in; it was

trying to figure out how

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

me. I had

what proof would I have to blame Anya for trying to

a scream

who Anya indeed was. I had to. I was running out

my eyes as I felt something move inside of me; it was a strange

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

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 it could

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

in my hands, but the moment I did, the ground shook

It was her—the witch.

picture. Just one picture was staring me straight in the eye. A picture that had only been freed because of the fire that was set to trap

to comprehend what was happening. The flames were howling in my ear, reminding me it was time to

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

house burn to the ground before my eyes. It was falling apart

good look at it for a second time. I still couldn’t

of Anya with the witch that had tried to kill me. She was hugging her tightly with another girl next to

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

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

desperate to marry

I was still in front of this burning house with the