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.

want

were already covered with flames. After searching the entire house, it was confirmed that

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

knew that I was here except Anya. No one would even realize that I was missing, and

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

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

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

around, trying to figure out

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

hold my arm in pain when the flames finally catch up to me. I had to suck it up. It wouldn’t be

what proof would I

let out a scream of

Anya indeed

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

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

It doesn’t take me long to start to move forward. I walked between it, and for some

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 the

was holding in my hands, but the moment I did, the ground shook beneath my

It was her—the witch.

straight in the eye. A picture that had only been freed because of the fire that was

flames were howling in my ear,

before

the house burn to the ground

my eyes, taking a good look at it for a second time. I still couldn’t

the witch that had tried to kill me. She was hugging her tightly with

knew each other all along. Everything that we once thought was a lie. Anya wasn’t under a spell; she

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

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

in less than an hour, and I was still in front of this burning