The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

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True to form, Arabella's words sent Yolanda over the edge. With a vicious swipe, Yolanda brought the knife down, but in a flash,

Arabella spun and bent over, the blade slicing through the rope binding her instead of her flesh.

Once freed, Arabella quickly stepped forward, dodging the knife's remaining momentum that threatened to catch her back.

Yolanda hadn't expected Arabella's earlier display of weakness to be a feint. She cat Arabella with another slash.

Arabella shifted again, and Yolanda's knife cut through another rope.

Just as the onlookers were ready to pull their triggers, Arabella had already snatched the knife from Yolanda's grip and now held it

to her throat, using her as a human shield.

Everyone froze, not daring to make a move.

Yolanda's eyes bulged in disbelief. "You were poisoned."

Why was she still so fast?

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"Release Edith," Arabella commanded, her tone as cool and commanding as ever despite the pallor of her face.

"Don't listen to her," Yolanda shouted. "She's a law-abiding citizen, she won't actually kill anyone."

Arabella pressed the knife slightly, drawing a bead of blood from Yolanda's neck.

"I'm running out of patience," Arabella's voice was as chilling as a winter breeze. "I'll count to ten. One."

People were already scurrying towards the third floor.

"Two." Arabella's face was a mask of cold determination. "Three."

"Arabella!" Yolanda tried to bluster, "Murder is a hanging offense. You've just got back to the Collins family, becMiss Collins,

are you really willing to throw it all away for me?"

"An unimportant person's death won't affect my life," Arabella's voice carried the cold of winter. "If anything, it's one less threat,

one step closer to happiness."

By the tArabella had counted to ten, the person had just reached the third floor, panting and out of breath. They hadn't

managed to hit the switch when Arabella's dagger swiftly crossed Yolanda's arm.

"Ahh." Yolanda screamed in agony, shaking with pain. She couldn't believe Arabella would actually do it.

Madwoman!

The knife returned to Yolanda's throat, Arabella's tone still icy, "I'm counting to ten again. If they're not released, it'll be more than

just an arm next time."

Yolanda was visibly frightened; she knew Arabella meant every word. "Hurry up, let Edith go," she pleaded with her cronies.

"One." Arabella began counting again.

"Why are you counting so fast." Yolanda was scared now.

The main switch was flipped, and ropes gently lowered Edith to the ground.

Arabella was at six, and several thugs rushed forward to untie Edith. By the count of ten, Edith was free.

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"Now that she's here, can | go?" Yolanda's voice barely concealed her desperation, but Arabella responded by slashing her other

hand, her gaze sharp as she turned to the group. "Where's my phone?"

Yolanda was close to passing out from the pain. "If you wanted your phone, just ask. Why cut me?"

"Because | feel like it."

Yolanda was speechless.

A thug tossed Arabella's phone to her, and although Yolanda thought to escape while Arabella was distracted, Arabella was too

quick. In less than two seconds, the phone was pocketed.

"Get Edith to the car."

Yolanda realized Arabella planned to drive Edith away.

Meanwhile, the poison in her system forced another mouthful of blood up her throat.

"Arabella, you can't escape, look at yourself."

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