The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Lurking in the shadows, Jack whispered to his men, "When we leave, you two bring Amos and Cookie into the car. The boss wants to give them a grand funeral.”

"Jack, how did you know?" one of his men were surprised. They had indeed seen the boss linger by the bodies of the two for a while, but she hadn't said a word, not even a glance at them. How did Jack understand the boss' intentions? Knew to bring the bodies back for a grand funeral? How did Jack figure it out?

“This is called tacit understanding!" Jack seemed somewhat proud, proud of the unique rapport he had developed between him and the boss over the many years!

Arabella stepped into the dilapidated church. It was empty and desolate, clearly having been abandoned for a long time, with dust settling over everything.

Several large, old stained-glass windows let in a grim light. Overhead, a grand chandelier swayed gently in the wind. The entire church was lit dimly by the light from the worn sconces mounted on the several pillars.

In the center of the church, a few steps led to an altar where Serena and her underlings were. Serena, sitting in her wheelchair, looked down from her elevated position with a smug grin at Arabella. "You've come?"

Five meters from the altar, Arabella's grandparents were tied to a pillar on the left, while three bodyguards were bound to another nearby. Her parents were restrained against a pillar on the right. Between them lay a narrow aisle.

Seeing them all kneeling, with hands and feet bound behind them, Arabella's gaze grew colder.

"Bella, get out of here, she's gone mad." Cornelia urged anxiously. "She's got helpers. In less than a minute, they twisted Cookie's limbs and neck, broke them all."

“Amos's guts were even pulled out. Don't worry about us, just go." Louisa added in a panic. Seeing his daughter standing alone against the threat, Kenneth's eyes reddened. "Bella, please, just go." His daughter had sacrificed so much, too much, for them.

"Good child, leave this place." Bernard's voice was choked with emotion, as if this was their final farewell. The thought of not witnessing his granddaughter walk down the aisle in a beautiful bridal gown filled him with regret and sorrow, his eyes laden with reluctance and concer.

The bodyguards, gagged with torn cloth, were also making muffled pleas for Arabella to leave. Fear, concern, and urgency filled their eyes, as if they had just endured something horrific and insisted Arabella must leave.

The church doors slammed shut behind Arabella, plunging the space into deeper shadows.

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But Cookie had still been tragically killed.

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