The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 224 Good God. If that was truly her plan, then | severely underestimated the woman's intelligence. | knew that the probability of Alexander ever choosing to marry Samantha was seriously in the negatives. But the mere image of that notion sent my blood boiling. "You're fucking delusional if you think Alexander would ever marry someone as stupid and useless as her!" SLAP! Isabella's hand had flown through the air and snapped across my left cheek, leaving a stinging pain in its wake. | tried hard not to wince or show any sign of effect.

But, somehow, that one slap of her hand had turned into a series of nail-curling hits and punches. It was as though the woman had just figured out a way to unleash years of pent-up anger. And she was doing it by taking it out on my face and stomach. "It won't matter what you think after today," she snarled. I'd lost count of the number of times my face took a battered strike from her. The only thing | could bring myself to focus on was the pulsating pain. There was no doubt that | was terribly ---- bruised and bleeding | tried to speak through the ache. "So, what?

Your plan is to just keep me here till | die of starvation?" Isabella laughed. "Oh, no. That would take far too long. No, you see, we're not the only people who feel wronged by you." My brows furrowed. Instead of giving a direct answer, Isabella moved out of the way to reveal another person who'd been standing. Fiona. My stomach rolled at the sight of her. Had she been standing there this whole time? My breath became caught in my lungs the longer | stared at her.

It wasn't as if | was scared of Fiona personally; however, the particularly large blade she held in her hands was a whole other story. Fiona looked utterly unhinged. Whatever rational sense that woman had was clearly long gone My eyes never left her as she moved from out of the shadows and toward the table. It was becoming rapidly difficult for me to keep my eyes open as the swelling grew. "You and Alexander ruined my life. You somehow got into his head and twisted his mind around. You turned him against me." ---- "You're going to kill me, is that it?" | was met with a cold, heartless smile.

"Maybe," she hummed. "I think at the very least | ought to level out the playing field." "What?" | questioned incredulously. She clicked her tongue. "I know, deep down, that Alexander wishes he was still his handsome self. For him to have been horribly disfigured because of the accident was just a tragedy," she explained. | couldn't help but flinch as Fiona raised the end of the blade to the side of my face and gradually applied a bit of pressure. "If you think about it, Alexander never even needed a wife.

He was doing just fine on his own until you came along and fucked everything up for everyone." No. No, it's not true. Surely that wasn't true. "I say we make her as ugly as he is," Samantha said with her natural tone of bitterness. Fiona laughed. "My thoughts exactly." "N-No, don't. F-Fiona, stop," | whimpered | felt like | was staring death in the face and the only thought ---- that crossed my mind was for my poor brother. | didn't dare wish for the same miracle of him coming to save me this time. What were really the chances of that happening a second time?

The moment | felt the disgusting pain of the blade digging into the side of my cheek, | blacked out.