The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 2075

Arabella wasn't one to seek immediate revenge. She knew all too well that once she stepped away from this hellhole, there would

be a line of others eager to settle scores with Yolanda.

Sure enough, before long, Yolanda was hauled into a dimly lit back room.

Romeo had arrived with his crew in tow.

There, Yolanda sat like a forsaken pup, lifting her tear-streaked eyes to face the man she once dreamed of marrying. A wave of

bitter regret and tumultuous emotions washed over her.

Two of Romeo's goons held her arms firmly, while a third force-fed her a bottle of svile concoction.

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Despite Yolanda's frantic struggles, the liquid poured down her throat.

"You had Bella drink this, and as her fiancé, I'll let you get a taste of your own medicine," Romeo's thin lips parted, his voice cold

and merciless. "Yours comes with a double dose."

Blood spilled from Yolanda's lips.

It felt as though invisible fists were tearing her insides apart. She hadn't expected the poison to act so fast; in moments, her entire

body was wracked with unbearable pain.

Romeo watched her transition from struggling in agony to desperately begging for mercy. His handsface remained impassive

throughout.

Before Yolanda could even crawl to his feet, one of his men kicked her aside. No matter how many times she tried, she was

relentlessly shoved away.

"Please, givethe antidote." Yolanda knew there had to be one. How else could Arabella have survived?

With a slight nod from Romeo, a henchman produced a small clear vial.

Romeo glanced down with detached eyes and spoke without a hint of sympathy, "If you want it, kneel and bow your head fifty

times."

Yolanda knew Romeo's demand was a way to avenge Arabella.

This act of submission was for Arabella.

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Even though Yolanda loathed Arabella with every fiber of her being, the desire for the antidote drove her to bow her head to the

empty air fifty times.

Her forehead bled from the effort, and the torment of the poison made her appear less than human, disheveled and wild.

The goon tossed the antidote at her feet. She scrambled to pick it up, but the cap was too tight. Her trembling hands couldn't twist

it open, and the vial slipped, rolling away.

In agony, she crawled after it, finally managing to pry the cap off. She gulped down the medicine and, after an agonizing wait, felt

the sweet relief of life returning to her veins.

"This is just the beginning," Romeo said, signaling his men. They poured another dose of poison into Yolanda's mouth.

It dawned on Yolanda that Romeo had no intention of letting her die. He wanted to torment her over and over again, to have her

experience the suffering Arabella had endured, again and again.