The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella and Romeo) novel Chapter 1440

Serena had only been back in her room for a short while when she heard a knock at the door.

She ran to answer it, only to have Arabella kick her right in the stomach.

"Oof." Serena crashed to the floor, wincing in pain, "Arabella, have you lost your mind?"

With the door shut firmly behind her, Arabella strode over with icy composure, grabbed Serena's collar, and hissed, "Heard you woke up, huh? Time to settle some scores."

Before Serena could get a word out, Arabella slapped in her face.

Caught off guard, Serena was bombarded with slap after slap, feeling dizzy and tasting blood at the corner of her mouth.

Finally, Arabella kicked her again. Serena felt a familiar sensation, in the exact same spot, prompting an epiphany from Serena, "You. you were the Snow Queen from last night."

She vaguely remembered a Snow Queen kicking her in the stomach with the same force, at the same spot. There was no mistaking it; it was Arabella.

"Well, aren't you the bright one?" Arabella hoisted Serena up for another kick, "Since you have such a good memory, make sure you remember this lesson well."

So she wouldn't foolishly cross Arabella again and suffer for it.

Serena hit the ground hard, her plaster-wrapped crushing to the floor, agony ripping through her.

That damn Arabella.

Chattering through the pain, Serena threatened, "I'll expose you to grandma and grandpa and let them see who you really are. You wretch, daring to hit me."

Arabella's lips curled into a frosty smirk. A wretch?

Glancing around the room, her eyes fell on a vanity stool. She picked it up and walked over to Serena.

Too hurt to stand, Serena scrambled back, shouting, "Arabella, you wouldn't dare! When grandma and grandpa see my bruises, what will they think of you? Aren't you afraid of ruining the image you've worked so hard to build?"