Falling for his warm touch despite his usual coldness, she loved him only to be disappointed and betrayed in the end. When love turns to darkness, it festers to be poisonous and consumes the soul. The naïve Arabella evolved. *** “Thank you for becoming my wife,” was her cold husband’s last words before he died, coupled with a smile that had never before graced his lips. Not on their wedding day. And not even at the birth of their only child. Emperor Ferdinand, someone Arabella loved so much, killed their son. She became a villainess and vowed revenge for her beloved child. For a decade, she used everything she could to make Ferdinand pay. Until finally… he fell to ruin! With her revenge complete, Arabella's life soon ended with her dead husband in her arms. But fate wasn’t done playing with her. All of a sudden, she was back two decades ago right after their wedding. Was it a curse or a blessing? It didn’t matter. Because there is only one thing she needed to do. “I will ruin you in this lifetime too!” This was her hateful promise to herself upon realizing she was reborn. But in her second life, Arabella was unexpectedly bestowed a gift to uncover the truth. Who was wrong and who was right? Only time will tell.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Linus and Reuben replied politely.
"Oh, and we might depart as soon as tomorrow in the afternoon or evening so you should let the others do the work in the kitchen and begin preparing instead."
"T-tomorrow?!" Linus and Reuben paled when they realized it was that soon. They thought they had a longer time to prepare.
"Yes, tomorrow. His Excellency's wife is waiting for the fruits we would get from Lobelius so we have to go as soon as possible," Arabella added.
Raymond had asked her about it today since Clarisse was getting moody and sulky with each day that passed and she was not able to eat the fruits she was craving.
"Then, we will go and prepare immediately, Your Majesty."
"Alright. But do not fret too much. You do not have to prepare something too grand," Arabella added since they might overdo it.
"Yes, Your Majesty."