The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 170

**TITLE: Steps Along Forgotten Roads**
By Sophia Reed

**Chapter 170: Running Out Of Options**

Isabella had always possessed an uncanny ability to navigate her way out of dire situations. Over the years, this skill had become one of her many hidden talents, a survival instinct honed through necessity. Even in the most desperate of circumstances, she managed to conjure a fallback plan, a lifeline that she could cling to when the world threatened to unravel around her.

But now, she found herself ensnared in a predicament that felt perilously close to hopeless.

After a heart-pounding escape from the Silverwood Estate, Isabella, along with Fiona and Samantha, had narrowly evaded capture by Alexander’s men. The seconds had ticked by like hours, and just when she thought they were cornered, her knowledge of the estate’s secret passageways had proven invaluable. She had led them to safety, or so she believed.

Isabella was convinced that her scheme to eliminate Evelyn had gone off without a hitch. Why wouldn’t it? She had complete faith in Fiona’s medical expertise, knowing that she would expertly inflict the precise lacerations that would lead to a slow, painful demise. With Evelyn out of the picture, Isabella envisioned a future where everything would finally fall into place.

The thought of her stepdaughter’s demise filled her with a sense of vindication. After all, the amount of blood that had been spilled suggested that only a miracle could save Evelyn now. Isabella felt a rush of exhilaration at the prospect of a life free from her stepdaughter’s incessant presence.

As for the risk of being caught, she felt surprisingly unfazed. Even if an investigation were to be launched and her fingerprints were discovered at the scene, there was no definitive way to ascertain whether they were fresh or old. The very fact that the incident had transpired within her own home meant that it was entirely plausible for her fingerprints to be there. And the blade? She had never laid a finger on it, ensuring that Fiona was the sole custodian of that incriminating evidence.

Though she didn’t know Fiona well, she wanted to believe that the woman had the sense to safeguard the blade, mitigating any potential fallout. In the worst-case scenario, should the blade be recovered, it wouldn’t lead back to her or Samantha.

Isabella had made a shrewd decision to lay low for a while at Liam and Samantha’s place. Liam remained blissfully unaware of her true motives for staying there. It was sheer coincidence that Leonard was out of town on business, providing her with the perfect alibi to avoid lingering in her own house.

She even busied herself with helping Liam organize various affairs for the pack, all in an effort to keep him unsuspecting. However, Samantha had her moments of recklessness, nearly jeopardizing their cover with her incessant questions.

“What if Alexander tries to retaliate?” Samantha fretted, her eyes wide with concern.

“What if Evelyn ends up surviving?”

“What if we left behind too much evidence that traces back to us?”

“What if Fiona rats us out?”

Isabella felt her patience wearing thin, her fingers itching to wrap around her daughter’s throat in a fit of frustration. Yes, Samantha’s fears were valid, but Isabella had meticulously ensured that there was no chance of any of those worries coming to fruition.

“Soon, this whole mess will blow over, and it will be as if Evelyn never existed,” Isabella reassured her, forcing a confident smile. “What you should be focusing on is what you’ll wear when Alexander realizes that he needs you as a replacement for Evelyn.”

Deep down, she still believed that Alexander would eventually come to his senses and reach out to Samantha. And sure enough, her intuition proved correct.

When the invitation arrived, Samantha could hardly contain her excitement, practically vibrating with anticipation. It was clear that Evelyn’s condition had taken a turn for the worse, though there had been no public announcement regarding her fate or even her current state of health. Isabella dismissed it all with a careless shrug.

“Oh well,” she thought, a smirk playing on her lips.

Liam, on the other hand, was left bewildered as he snatched the letter from Samantha’s hands, scanning its contents with a furrowed brow.

“You seriously think he’s going to want to take you on as a Luna?” he scoffed, skepticism dripping from his voice.

“Well, I’d certainly be more appreciated there than I am here!” Samantha shot back, her tone sharp.

Isabella felt a swell of hope as she watched her daughter and Liam prepare for their journey to Kingston Hall. Finally, it seemed that the universe was aligning in her favor…

But her optimism quickly soured when the couple returned less than an hour later, and the sight that greeted her filled her with dread. Liam appeared ghostly pale, while Samantha cradled her face, blood trickling from a broken nose.

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