The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 244 My sadness subsided but only because it was trying to make room for a new emotion. Something inside of me was breaking. My heart. My mind. My self-restraint. My ability to press on. | didn't want to move on so easily. | wasn't ready to accept the fact that this was my new reality. Anger and an unyielding wave of rage stormed up, causing my features to pinch and seethe. | barely got a hold of my breathing as these unbridled feelings of loathing and hatred soared through me in thunderous ripples.

| hated what | saw in the mirror and refused to be the only one who would be suffering. The unbearable feeling had become too much to bear. Before | knew it, | let out the most blood- curdling scream | had ever produced. The sound rattled off the walls and bounced back at me. | curled my hand into a tight fist and threw it at the mirror, causing the entire sheet of glass to shatter. | wasn't able to feel the pain in my hand for how numb I'd become. It wasn't long until | began to hear excessive banging on the bathroom door. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

---- Alexander's voice was filled with worry. "Evelyn?! What's happened?!" | pulled my lips back in a sneer. "G-Go away!" | knew that wasn't going to happen so easily. Alexander continued to knock on the door, demanding to be let in. "Open the door!" "No!" "Open. The. Door." His voice dropped several octaves, sending chills down my spine. But | wasn't going to give in. Through my anger, | felt tears prickling the edges of my eyes. If | opened the door, | knew whatever was between Alexander and me would be changed forever. And | wasn't ready to lose that. *O-Oliver," | said weakly.

What?" "I want Oliver. Bring him here." "Why?" he questioned harshly. "Because | need him!" | shouted back bitterly. ---- | heard Alexander release a long, frustrated breath. "Fine," he bit out. A few minutes passed without hearing another word from Alexander. | didn't want to think that he ignored my dire request to fetch Oliver. "Evelyn?" A softer masculine voice spoke out from behind the door. "Oliver? Are you alone?" "Yes, what's wrong? The whole house heard you screaming before." "| know," | said with a cringe. "Look, do you know where Alexander keeps his mask?" "..Yes.

Why?" "I need you to go and get it for me and to bring it back here, please." Oliver hesitated. "Evelyn, is this about the scars? lan told us that he removed the stitches and-" "Oliver, please! For the love of God, get Alexander's mask and bring it here!" | cried out. ---- "Alright. I'll be back." Once more, | was left to my own bitter silence. The pit in my stomach grew to unimaginable proportions. | wasn't entirely sure how my idea was going to be perceived but | wasn't planning on leaving this room without something to cover up my scars. Not before long, Oliver returned.

He gave a light knock on the door. "Evelyn, | have it. Can you open the door?" This time, | strategically unlocked the door and opened it without giving Oliver the chance to catch a glimpse of me. | reached my arm through the crack of the door and the frame and waited for him to place the mask in my hand "Thank you," | whispered. For a few silent seconds, | glanced down at the mask, feeling the weight of its symbolism. For months I'd been led under the impression that this was what | had married. Little did | know that it was a lie.

With steady hands, | placed the mask over the scarred side of my face and secured the ties. When | glanced at my reflection for a second time, only one feeling arose. The need for vengeance.