All Chapters of ALMOST REJECTED; FATE'S CHOICE : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Sabrina. "Thank you, Grandma." I whispered, forcing a smile her way. " You don't have to thank me. With or without your wolf, you are still a princess. That will never change. " " My granddaughter only deserves the best." She added as she gently pinched my cheeks. I guess, after having such a raw moment, overflow of emotions, we had somehow gotten closer. We could even relax around each other. It was not blind trust, it was just.... taking a risk. Besides, at my situation, what did I stand to lose? Just then, a gentle knock came at the door, then the palace workers stepped in, balancing food trays in their hands. " This will be your room for now. It is in my manor. No one will bother you." After the palace workers left, she informed, and I flashed her a grateful smile. " It is outside the castle, I guess ?" I asked, out of pure curiosity. I never got to tour the castle. Thirty minutes after entering the palace, gates and I was led to the punishment halls.

Sabrina. Long after grandma left, deep silence enveloped us. Ivy had her back facing me. She was looking out through the window, seemingly, deep in thoughts. I was seated on the bed, a small gold tray placed on my lap, a sharp kitchen knife at hand, as I peeled an apple. My movements were smooth and deliberate. You wouldn't possibly detect any emotional distress in me, but that didn't mean that I wasn't suffocated from within. Her presence was like poisin, spreading slowly, throughout the body, and I didn't know how long I was going to stay still, before snapping. But again, I had to watch my tongue and attitude, didn't I? I mean, it was the princess that we were talking about here. Any wrong word or move could easily send me crawling back to the punishment hall, no? " Princess Ivy?" After what felt like centuries of her saying nothing, I decided enough was enough. If the suffocating air was of no bother to her, then the same couldn't be said about me. " How can

Sabrina. " What did you just say?" She asked, and in response, I shot her a meaningful look. She knew perfectly what I had just said. And from her reaction, I was right. The Prince was pretending. He wasn't a retardant. " You will shut your mouth, Sabrina." I hadn't even noticed when she moved, and in the next second, she was right behind me, with a knife pressed against my throat. The scene felt familiar. I had lived it a month ago, after all. But unlike that time, this time, I didn't even react. And the fear that had been burning through my veins then wasn't there this time. I just sat still, composed, even when the knife lodged deeper into my skin. I never knew that one day, Ivy would hold a knife at me, and worse, draw blood, and yet here we were. Soft fluid trickled down my neck, and shortly after came the pain..I didn't know if she was aware that she was hurting me, but she kept on pressing the dagger deeper in. If I moved, it could actually slice my throa

Sabrina. Ever since I woke up, I hadn't stepped out of bed. And the idea of going out, watching the sunset, and breathing the cold winter air was tempting enough for me to want to sit on the wheelchair. Yes, love. Your favourite girl was reduced into such a pitiful state. I couldn't even walk on my own and I had to employ the help of a wheelchair and a person to push me. The current Sabrina was the right description of powerless and utterly dependent. The thought had me almost wanting to cry, but I held it all in..I wasn't going to cry. No. I refused to appear more miserable than I actually was. " Don't overthink it. You will be back on your feet in days." Sensing my grim mood, my grandma encouraged as she helped me to the wheelchair. " Thanks. " Now seated, feeling super weird and bitter, I expressed, my voice edged with sincerity. For a person who was used to doing everything for herself without requiring any help, to now relay on her grandma, who was like a stra

Sabrina. " She is weak, pathetic, just like her father. " He sneered, the cruelty in his words slicing through my heart with a vicious precision. For a moment, I struggled. I wanted to move from my the wheelchair, to actually fight him, to show him that I wasn't the weak thing that he said I was, to defend the honour of my father I never met, but I couldn't. Maybe he was right. The current me was weak and pathetic .. But could the same be said about the future? No. I was going to make him eat his own words someday. " A shame to the royal bloodline. " And with that, he slammed the door on his way out. The bang was so loud that I almost flinched. Luckily, I was able to control myself in time. He had already said I was weak and pathetic. The last thing I wanted was to actually show the signs. " A shame to the royal bloodline? What does that mean, grandma?" Long after he was gone, I turned to face my grandmother for answers. " I told you before, right? " " Your grandfa