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

with flames. After

hurt me.

one would even realize that I was missing, and

in trouble. And this time, I was the only one that could save myself. There

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

to the first room I was in; it was

figure out

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 didn’t have much time to

when the flames finally catch up to me. I had to suck it up. It wouldn’t

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

a scream of

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

me; it was a strange feeling, unlike anything

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

before me, showing me the way. It doesn’t take

to this painting? I

holding in my hands, but the

It was her—the witch.

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

what was happening. The flames were howling

rush out of the house, following the path before the

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

bring the picture closer to my eyes, taking a good look at it for a second time. I still

that had tried to kill me.

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

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

she was so desperate to marry Damon? Was she slowly

still in front of this