The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 11

“The Schnabel family is steeped in culture and high society. Where did this wild and unruly girl come from, daring to butt in even on my own sister? Just looking at her brings bad vibes.”

Stirling, with a flourish, served Noella a bowl of soup using the fancy gold–plated serving spoon. rolling his beautiful eyes in the process.

“Seriously, who knows who’s fresh off the turnip truck, being spoon–fed by Mother Nature herself. With your bumpkin vibes, you could go back to the countryside and get straight onto farming.”

Yvonne was at a loss for words. Her hands, clad in lace–trimmed white gloves, tightened around the hem of her dress, her facial expression contorting.

“Stirling. Jasper, I’m just looking out for Noella. Why are you being like this? I’m part of the Schnabel family, too. I just want us to be a harmonious and beautiful family. Grandma was worried about Noella not knowing the ropes and sent me here on purpose.”

When Ashlyn was mentioned, everyone held their tongues.

Yvonne was an outsider, but Ashlyn was, after all, their elder.

The Schnabel family was all about strict upbringing; elders were to be respected.

Tristan waved his hand impatiently. “Noella’s got her head on straight; she’s awesome. The whole family adores her. Just head back, will you? Don’t disrupt our family dinner.”

Yvonne’s eyes bulged in disbelief. She had deliberately stood at the entrance for half an hour. timing her entrance with dinner, just to show off her impeccable table manners compared to country–bumpkin Noella.

That way, the Schnabels would see that she was the perfect fit for the family.

Why do they still side with Noella, knowing full well she was rough around the edges?

Was this all about blood? So what if she didn’t have it?

Yvonne, her face burning with shame, stormed out.

Ulrich, with his golden hands, peeled a plate of crab meat for Noella and passed it over with a beaming smile. “Give it a try.”

The crab meat was succulent, the roe rich and flavorful.

“Delicious,” said Noella.

Tristan smiled. “Honey, just tell us whatever you like. As Jasper said, from now on, you will set the rules in this house. Mom and Dad will listen to you.”

Sienna said lovingly, “Don’t take Yvonne’s words to heart. She’s no relation to our family. She bears the Schnabel surname because your grandma does. You’re the only daughter of our

household.”

Noella nodded, feeling the warmth of the Schnabels‘ protection–something she had never experienced in eighteen years with the Lambert family.

“Thanks, Mom, Dad, and brothers. I’ll remember that.”

Yvonne left in a huff, not a single tear on her face.

Hunger pangs gnawing at her stomach, she wandered through the vast Schnabel garden. nearly getting lost.

a group of servants planting new flowers.

courtyard and plant roses for her. Oh, and the lilies over there.

was stunned. Those lilies

could everything

envy, Yvonne scurried

Mom, Dad,

replied indifferently, “That’s

determination, “Elara, don’t you want to know why you

with your brains. Go work off some

Yvonne’s face twisted

at odds with her since childhood, nothing but a

dashed off toward Ashlyn’s

Heartfelt Orphanage

barely eighteen and had no time to

didn’t want to worry the Schnabels, so she took a cab

the suburbs, surrounded by a private estate with a vast

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sea

Noelia entered the orphanage, a piercing gunshot rang out. Her instincts

cursing, “Damn that

known he was here, we’d never have taken

it. If he spots us,

well–trained and quick on their feet,

streaked across the sky, and the four assassins dropped

sunlight catching his handsome features. He was dressed in a vintage vest and suit jacket, his

meet again,

Palmer, her brow furrowing slightly.

commotion and thought I’d kill some time.”

was at a loss

the desolate villages and private estates around, hitmen were those desperate to make a buck with their lives on the line. Vocalist must

“The target?”

director of Heartfelt

her heel and strode into the orphanage. In the orphanage, the director’s office was deserted, papers scattered all over

you digging into? I can lend a

memories. I used to

flicker of pity flashed

he went toe–to–toe with her, Palmer couldn’t guarantee walking away unscathed. Those moves didn’t seem like something you’d get

she was an

needed and stood up with

cleared the place

it was already

turned around, surprised