The Princess and the Pauper

"You pull another stunt like that, and your little army will suffer the consequences," Serena spat out before abruptly ending the call.

Arabella knew her parents were never without their security detaii—a team of four bodyguards led by a former Special Forces chief whose combat skills were second to none.

Now that with the chief captured; it was clear the rest of the team was in Serena's grasp.

However, Serena was wheelchair-bound; there was no way she could kidnap so many people by herself, let alone injure the chief.

It was well known that the chief was highly skilled, and no ordinary person could harm him in the slightest. Unless she had someone else—apart from Stinger, possibly even more dangerous, doing her bidding. With these thoughts swirling in her mind, Arabella dialed Stinger's number to ask if this was the situation.

“Erik indeed has more than one godson. But how many of us there are and who they are, | don’t know. We've never met each other. Normally, we each carry out our own tasks and lead our own teams," Stinger revealed.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“| see." Arabella finally understood. Meanwhile.

Serena glimpsed the mother-daughter photo Arabella had set as her WhatsApp chat background. With anger flared up, she switched it to a plain white.

She exited the app, then caught sight of Louisa's phone wallpaper—a beaming family portrait, everyone in matching family outfits. Envy turned her eyes red as she swiftly replaced it with a generic starry night image from the preset options. Opening the photo album, the images of the happy family’s daily life pierced her like a thousand needles.

Ever since she left, they could still smile so happily. There was so much happiness she wasn't part of, so much she hadn't seen on Facebook, so much private joy.

Driven mad by jealousy, Serena deleted all of the photos in the album with one click, then permanently removed them. Only then did she feel a tinge of satisfaction, and she flaunted the phone in front of Louisa.

"I've deleted the photos," she said with a tone of bragging and pride.

Louisa Louisa was still a bit dizzy, suspecting that she had been drugged with some kind of intoxicating perfume. She was on her knees, her hands and feet bound behind her, and her mind groggy.

Hearing that her album had been emptied and recalling the countless photos with her Nes aughtert | thats n't backed up, anger ta ER ortache as Clarity slowly returned to her. Clenching her teeth, she said, "Serena, is that how people are supposed to act?" Please read the original content at .

Using such a petty way to exact revenge?

"You're upset now? When | was your daughter, you never took as many photos of me. You once accidentally deleted everything from your camera, and you weren't nearly as upset as you are now!"

Louisa closed her eyes, holding back her emotions before finally saying, "I truly regret."

"Regret what? Having me as the Collins' daughter for eighteen years? Or do you regret spending time and

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Arabella came back? Is that what you regret? You've hit me, scolded at me, locked me in the basement without a glance, giving me neither food nor drink, and am | supposed to regret calling you 'Mom' for eighteen years?" Please read the original content at .

Their quarrel woke Kenneth from his stupor. Enduring a throbbing headache, it tonichie@lBorteht fo Gpaspanie Situation. He pieced it together—they were held captive by their former “daughter"! Please read the original content at .