The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 42

Up on the second floor of Serene Haven, Noella was getting dolled up.

The Schnabel family had roped in a top international makeup squad to primp Noella to perfection.

“Miss, your face is just drop–dead gorgeous, and that figure? Outta this world! Skinniest waist I’ve ever measured!”

“Oh boy! She’s like the final masterpiece from the Goddess of Creation herself! My mug in comparison? Just a slapdash clay pinch from the Goddess.”

In the vanity mirror, a touch of makeup graced Noella’s face, her stunning beauty even breathtaking, difficult to even look away from!

Sienna was over the moon. “Baby, you’re a knockout! A chip off the old block!”

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Yvonne sauntered in from outside, handing over her phone. “Mom, Grandma’s on the line for you.”

Ashlyn’s booming voice blasts from the receiver. “Noella, why aren’t you here taking care of me today? Get yourself to the hospital, pronto!”

Sienna was grinning through gritted teeth. “Mom, it’s Noella’s birthday bash today. We’ve got a whole lineup of blue–blooded pals to meet later. There’s no time for the hospital. How about I set you up with twenty caregivers instead?”

“Caregivers can’t hold a candle to your own flesh and blood! If Noella’s too good for this old hag, just spit it out.”

Sienna could barely keep the smile on her face!

Noella chimed in cool as a cucumber, “Yep, too good.”

“Ha! Knew it! You think you’re too good for me! But tough luck! As long as you’re a Schnabel, I’m your grandma! Drop whatever it is you’re doing, and come to the hospital today! Otherwise, I’ll spill to the press about your ungrateful ways, saying you’re unfit to be a Schnabel!”

Ashlyn huffed, “Don’t think I don’t know you swiped my prayer beads, you uncultured bastard…” Sienna fired back, “Mom, Noella is the real deal, my own flesh and blood, Dad’s beloved granddaughter. What’s this ‘bastard‘ talk? That’s way out of line!”

“I don’t care. Her manners are lacking, even snatching my prayer beads! Who knows what bad seed she’s picked that up from!”

Sienna almost burst into laughter.

Ashlyn wouldn’t dare bad–mouth her son Tristan; she was practically saying Sienna was the bad influence corrupting Noella!

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Yvonne was giddy with delight!

“Noella, did you really swipe Grandma’s stuff?”

anticipation. If Noella actually did take Ashlyn’s stuff, with all these guests

as arresting as a captivating

around my neck’s worth 600 million, earrings 300 million, bracelet 100 million. and this dress is a bespoke creation by Master Azure, worth a pretty penny. I’m not exactly eyeing a 30–grand string of prayer

supposed to mean? You

think, I can’t help it. But when I left yesterday, those beads were

She knew full well whether Noella took them

not.

artists, hearing the price tags on Noella’s bling, are nearly choking on

all knew the Schnabels were filthy rich, but this was

of those

that

dragged away by Ashlyn today, left at the hospital, and weren’t back for the global. live broadcast, Yvonne would step in as the real Schnabel

right now and tell them

with

was dead silence in the room, the staff not daring to

this what a high–society showdown feels like? Would they end up silenced for

hold back the tears,

have a decent wedding. My parents always thought the Schnabels were a disgrace. They’ve never set foot in the Schnabel house ever since.

winter, cook and serve her meals. My parents never even tasted my

grain of rice, saying I’d gotten fat. Almost drove me to postpartum depression, thank goodness your dad whisked me away! Why is she coming

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sister’s woes brought the Schnabel men running.

his heart aching for

Your mom’s gone too far! Wasn’t it enough how she tormented me, and now she’s after my daughter! Tristan, I’m telling you, if

would I go on without

looking at Noella.

have to go. We’ll go

Ashlyn was just

Noella. She knows who we are. Otherwise, I could go.

spoke up. “Don’t worry, I’ve

called

“Got it. You just enjoy your birthday;

and his big–shot status meant

events.

a bit skeptical. “Grandpa, can

mean, ‘can I handle it“?

Marcel busted out of his ward and headed straight for Ashlyn’s

lying in bed, and said in a deep voice, “If Noella doesn’t get to properly enjoy her birthday today,

was all