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.

She was much worse than we initially thought. Why would she want to kill me? To get me out of Damon’s life for good?
I ran to another room, 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 to escape.
I could feel the heat pouncing on my skin, threatening to hurt me. I blinked once, then twice; I couldn’t believe this was
happening to me.
No one knew that I was here except Anya. No one would even realize that I was missing, and even if they did, they wouldn’t
know where to search for me.
I was in trouble. And this time, I was the only one that could save myself. There would be no Damon coming to my rescue.
The flames were getting closer and closer, closing in on me. I screamed as a piece of wood dropped onto the floor next to me.
I moved back to the first room I was in; it was the safest place in the house, at least for now.
I look around, trying to figure out how to get out of there alive.
I had to be 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 think about anything. I had to move.
I hold my arm in pain when the flames finally catch up to me. I had to suck it up. It wouldn’t be the only burn to get out of this
place.
Even if I got out alive, what proof would I have to blame Anya for trying to kill me?
I let out a scream of frustration.
I have to find something. Anything to prove who Anya indeed was. I had to. I was running out of time.
I closed my eyes as I felt something move inside of me; it was a strange feeling, unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
Suddenly, 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 knew was that my heart was in pain.
I opened my eyes, and the most fascinating yet shocking thing happened next. The fire formed a pathway before me, showing
me the 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 even though it could kill me.
I 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 the ground.
It took me a minute to realize what I was holding in my hands, but the moment I did, the ground shook beneath my feet.
It was her—the witch.
One 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 inside this house.
I didn’t have time to comprehend what was happening. The flames were howling in my ear, reminding me it was time to go.
I rush out of the house, following the path before the fire can burn it entirely down to the ground.
I clutch the picture to my chest as I watch the house burn to the ground before my eyes. It was falling apart right in front of me.
I bring the picture closer to my eyes, taking a good look at it for a second time. I still couldn’t believe this.
It’s a picture of Anya with the witch that had tried to kill me. She was hugging her tightly with another girl next to them.
This meant that they knew each other all along. Everything that we once thought was a lie. Anya wasn’t under a spell; she was
working with the witch.
But who was she to her? Judging by this picture, it’s possible that she was her mom or an aunt.
Was this why she was so desperate to marry Damon? Was she slowly plotting her revenge?
The wedding would take place in less than an hour, and I was still in front of this burning house with the proof I needed to bring
Anya down.
I had to save Damon from making the biggest mistake of his life. I wouldn’t let her get away with this. She was a psychopathic
liar, and I had to show this proof to everyone.
“Who are you?” A strange voice asks.
I spun around to find the young girl from the picture standing before me.

What was happening? What was she doing here?
If she didn’t know who I was, it meant that Anya had kept her horrible secrets from her. This girl knew nothing about me.
I take a step towards her. “Before I answer you. Can you please answer just one question of mine?”
Something about the look in her eyes made me believe that she was a kind person. She would tell me the truth.
She looks hesitant at first but eventually nods her head.
“Who is this woman?” I ask her as I point to Anya in the picture.
She takes one look at the picture and then back at me.
She doesn’t hesitate as she says, “That’s Anya. My sister.”
Her sister? I saw no resemblance between the two of them. I would never think that they were siblings.
I tried to remain calm, and I didn’t want to frighten the girl. I needed more answers from her.
“And who’s the woman next to her?”
She frowns, “that’s our mother, but why are you asking so many questions? And what happened to our home? Anya told me we
had to move, but I forgot to take this picture of us with me. I hid it behind a painting as a joke once. Anya told me to remove
everything that meant a lot to us from the house. I returned for it but was shocked to see the house on fire. And then I saw you
running out of it. Who are you?”
Their mother.
Their mother?
I couldn’t believe it.
Anya’s mother was the witch that had tried to kill me! This was insane!