The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 269 [Evelyn's POV] "Jesus Christ," | hissed. | was deeply disturbed to find that many of my original plants were long dead from neglect. But the real shocker of it all was the mass amount of equipment that covered the entire top of the work table. My lips parted as my eyes widened in fear. Within seconds, Henry's theory had become fact. It shouldn't have come as any surprise that Isabella had proceeded to tarnish one of the most endearing and special places from my childhood.

My greenhouse had been a gift from my father before he truly began to distance himself from the family and really life itself. Looking around, the place was covered in old, rumpled boxes, glass beakers, and burners. Several racks of glass test tubes lined the overhanging shelves. My heart caught in my throat. Isabella had turned my beloved greenhouse into an evil Chem. lab for her murderous plans. Clearly, the psychopath had been going at this for a while. It made me easily wonder how many trials she'd gone through in ---- order to get it right.

"And here | thought Isabella was clear-headed as her daughter," Alexander commented. "Far from it." Isabella had well proven herself to be far more intelligent than | would have ever given her credit for. This was the same woman who harped on her own appearance for every social gathering as though she was entering a beauty competition. No one would ever think that there were real thoughts flying through her head. Yet, glancing around at all of the distilling equipment was proof that she had taken the time to put some serious thought and planning into all of it.

| moved closer to get a better look. Above all else, the Hemlock was what | was truly after. Once more, this setup proved nothing of ill-intent without the vital component. "Let's see," | muttered to myself. "She was smart enough to put a padlock on the door...But was she smart enough to actually hide the Hemlock away somewhere else?" "Be careful not to touch anything," Alexander warned. | began to search every square inch of the work table. | looked in between all the beakers and vials but found nothing. Nothing. ---- My heart sank into my stomach. No. This couldn't be it.

| refused to believe that we made it this far to catching her in the act only to reach another dead-end. | could feel my anger begin to boil. | bit down on my tongue hard enough to draw blood just to hold back the frustrated scream. "It's alright," Alexander said evenly. "We're going to find it. In the meantime, I'm going to call Oliver and have him send a team out here to collect fingerprints.

They're going to comb through this entire place-even if we missed anything, chances are they will find something." | tried to be hopeful for that, but in the back of my mind, it just didn't seem like it was going to be enough. Again, | could have kicked myself. Why on earth would | have thought that it would have been an easy endeavor? | ran a hand roughly through my hair, fighting back the urge to smash everything in sight. "What the hell is going on here?!" Both Alexander and | turned our heads to find Leonard standing in the doorway with an astonished look on his face.

| couldn't tell what the man was more shocked about-the fact that Alexander wasn't paralyzed, or the fact that | was now wearing his mask. [Third-Person's POV] ---- Leonard Silverwood had been away on business for the last several days, only to come home and find the place in complete disarray. He couldn't locate a single person from the staff to explain why his home appeared to have been searched through. He'd called out to his wife several times before stumbling into his office and found a messy written note, explaining that she was going to be spending some time with Samantha and Liam.