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.

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

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

me. I blinked once, then twice; I couldn’t

realize that I was missing, and even if they

And this time, I was the only one that

I screamed

I was in; it was the safest place in the house, at

out

hasn’t been that easy and even if I did, I would

I had to suck it

if I got out alive, what proof would I have to blame Anya for trying to

out a scream

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

me; it was a strange feeling, unlike anything I’d ever

that the sound was coming from me. I didn’t

The fire formed a pathway before me, showing me the way. It doesn’t take

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 wall and watched as a picture fell from behind it. I catch it before it can touch

was holding in my

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

what was happening. The flames were howling in my ear, reminding me

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

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

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

to kill me. She

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

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

was so desperate to marry

and I was still in front of