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.

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

with flames. After searching the entire house, it was confirmed that there

to hurt me. I

No one would even realize that I was missing,

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

me. I screamed as a piece of wood dropped onto

it was the safest

out how to get out of there

shifting into my wolf, but recently it hasn’t been that easy and even if I did, I would still be

me. I had

what proof would I have to blame Anya for trying to kill

out a scream

Anything to prove who Anya indeed was. I had to. I was running out of

of me; it was a strange feeling, unlike

me a few seconds to realize that the sound was coming from me. I didn’t understand why I was screaming; all I knew was that my

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

followed 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

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

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

was happening. The flames were

rush out of the house, following the path before the fire can

to the ground before my eyes. It was falling apart right in

good look

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

Everything that we once thought was a lie. Anya wasn’t

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

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

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

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