The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1929

Serena closed her eyes, a cocktail of anger and pain surging through her. Her body trembled involuntarily from the stress.

Since she got kicked out of her family home, it took weeks before she could handle a fork and knife with any semblance of normalcy, or sip soup from a spoon without awkwardness.

The scars on her forehead, chin, palms, backs of her hands, and knees required laser treatments. Six months of continuous sessions were needed before the prominent scars would begin to fade.

Her left leg, fractured, demanded about three months to heal properly, and her knee needed half a year before she could ditch the wheelchair. But to walk unaided again, she'd have to endure another three months of grueling physical therapy.

In the end, she might only regain seventy to eighty percent of her mobility, a shadow of her former self.

Even if one handed her a pencil, she couldn't produce the sketches and art she used to.

Her life felt like it had plummeted into an abyss, filled with agony and torment.

Gone was the beauty she cherished, the talents diminished, her reputation tarnished, and her social standing obliterated; even her bank account had been drained dry!

All the while, Arabella was lifted to the skies, pampered like a princess by the entire family!

How could Serena let go of such disparity? Why did her once-beloved family treat her this way? Why did fate have to be so cruel?

Was she, Serena, destined to be trampled under Arabella's feet for all her life? Was she fated to always be less than Arabella?

At Reflections Villa.

Arabella eyed the grand feast spread out on the table, as each family member vied to serve her.

"Bella, try the dish I made, will you?"

"Have a taste of mine first! Does it still suit your palate?"