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.

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

and to my horror, the windows were already covered with flames. After searching the entire house, it was

threatening to hurt me. I blinked once,

realize that I was missing,

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

on me. I screamed as a piece

first room I was in; it was the safest place in

trying to figure out how to

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 think about anything. I had to

had to suck it up. It wouldn’t be the only burn to get out of this

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

let out a scream

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

my eyes as I felt something move inside of me; it was a strange feeling, unlike anything I’d ever

me a few seconds to realize that the sound was coming from me. I didn’t understand why I was

take

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

what I was holding in my hands, but the moment

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 me

was happening. The flames were howling in my ear,

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

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

a good look at it for a

to kill me. She was hugging her tightly with another

all along. Everything that we once thought was a lie.

her? Judging by this picture, it’s possible

why she was so desperate to marry

than an hour, and I was still in