The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 65 My heart dropped into my stomach. | had no doubt that he had ways of finding out what he wanted to know. But what I couldn't seem to understand was why he was pressing the matter so much. "Can't we just move on and accept the idea that I'm doing this so | can better blend in with others?" | asked. "Very well. If you're wanting to really commit to this, then I'm going to suggest something that | want you to take into consideration." "What?" "As you're going through these lessons, | want you to imagine that you're building a fake personality.

A second persona." | raised my brows and glanced back at him. "Do you remember what | told you this morning when | handed you your clothes?" | remembered the way he looked at me when | was wearing that damn towel... "Yes," | responded. "You said that when I'm at home, | can dress how | want to. But when | leave the manor, how I look is how | represent the Kingston family." "Very good," he husked. My cheeks flushed. "That being said, | ---- want you to consider that same idea when it comes to taking your lessons.

Learning how to 'properly' sit or walk only needs to apply when you're outside of these walls. Don't think of these lessons as a means of changing who you are, but rather creating a different version of yourself that only the public will see." | couldn't stop my mouth from falling open. It was seriously a brilliant idea that | would have never thought of. "Okay," | noted. "Now, | think it's time that you show me your walk," he claimed | noticed the way the corner of his smile curved upward and decided that he had to be some kind of sadist.

My eyes drifted over to where those damned heels had been left waiting. As he handed them over to me, he called for one of the staff members, requesting another cup of black coffee. Once | made sure that the shoes were securely strapped around my ankles, | hesitated to stand up from the chair. "Do | really need to practice walking in these types of shoes, specifically?" | asked. "Yes, now are you ready?" "Not really," | said dryly. He chuckled, sending goosebumps directly down my spine. " ---- You're going to be fine. Give it a chance.

Stand up and slowly move from one end of the room to the other." | begrudgingly got up and felt my ankles wobble beneath me. | tried to get past the lump in my throat and keep my nerves under control. Don't fall, Evelyn. Whatever you do, don't fall in front of him. Those heels felt more like wearing stilts-only a trained professional would know how to maneuver around in them. The second | lifted my foot up to take my first step, | knew it wasn't going to end well. My legs felt like jelly and my entire body shook and swayed beyond my control.

| could hardly imagine how ridiculous | looked as | fought my way toward the other end of the room. By the time | made it to the other side, | was exhausted and completely winded from the strain | placed on my legs for fear of tumbling to the floor. "Well, that was...Something." I glanced over my shoulder to find Alexander failing to hide the smile that was threatening to pull at his lips. | narrowed my eyes but soon found myself sharing in his amusement. | was filled with a bubbling wave of giddy humor that had me vibrating.

Within seconds, the two of us broke out into hearty, uproarious laughter.