The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 243 [Evelyn's POV] Oh...My...God... The very second | lifted up my head to see my reflection, | felt my heart drop into my stomach in fright. All the blood in my body sank into my feet, making even my legs tingle with numbness. At first, | didn't think it was real. Honestly, | had thought that perhaps there was something wrong with the mirror. | didn't believe that this was my face. How could |? This wasn't me.

This wasn't the face | was born with-it had been cut, carved up, and roughly pieced back together like some poorly treated stuffed animal My lungs proceeded to burn with the lack of oxygen that | was unknowingly not letting in. | was stunned. Mortified. Scared. | slowly got closer to the mirror, hoping that somehow my appearance would change. It didn't. The ache in my chest only grew deeper. Slowly, | reached my hand up to trace the various raised marks.

---- From what | could tell, the deepest scar was located in the center of my right brow and reached all the way down to the center of her cheek. How Fiona managed to not permanently blind me was nothing short of a miracle in itself. But that monstrous scar was accompanied by another deep, long mark that stretched along my jaw. No manner of time would fix this. A sudden wave of dizziness forced me to finally take in a deep breath of air, even if it was shaky and stifled. That pain in my chest morphed into a devastating soreness in my throat.

| closed my eyes hard and wished to wake up from the nightmare. But no matter how many times | tried, nothing changed. Who was this person staring back at me? How were they going to go about their life now that this was the face that everyone was going to see? Torture. That was what Fiona was always after. Her goal was never to kill me but rather destroy me from the inside out. She wanted to ensure that | would never be able to look at myself in the mirror again without remembering the horrible pain that had been inflicted on me. A torture that would never end.

Worst of all, it was a trauma that ---- | wasn't going to be able to hide from the outside world. | couldn't lock it away in my mind like | had done so with Michael. Or even the countless years of neglect and abuse | received from Isabella and Samantha. | remembered everything prior to her blade meeting my skin. Every word and every cruel insult she'd said was embedded in my mind. "You're going to kill me, is that it?" Fiona's smile was utterly haunting. "Maybe," she hummed.

"I think at the very least | ought to level out the playing field." Level out the playing field...She'd taken a blade to my face because she genuinely believed that Alexander, himself had been disfigured from the car accident. And the mere thought of him being married to someone who was considered 'attractive' was simply unthinkable. | kept trying to tell myself that it was going to be okay. | didn't want to make any of them believe that they succeeded in their goal to break me. Yet, she had. She'd quite literally torn me to pieces, making any chance of a clean recovery possible.

I'd received ongoing support from Nina, Wendy, Oliver and Alexander. No one could have prepared me for this. | would find a way to live with it but... That was before | comprehended the true severity of how these scars turned out. ---- It left me heartbroken. Ever since my marriage to Alexander, I'd become nothing but a target for people's hatred and disgusting ambitions. My own family showed their true colors and had gone as far as to put an end to my life.