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?”

brimming with anticipation. If Noella actually did take Ashlyn’s stuff, with all these guests coming over, the Schnabels surely wouldn’t stand for a light–fingered

was as arresting as a captivating

bracelet 100 million. and this dress is a bespoke creation by Master Azure, worth a pretty penny. I’m not exactly eyeing a

to mean? You calling me

But when I left yesterday, those beads

beads were her constant companion. She knew full well

not.

makeup artists, hearing the price tags on Noella’s bling, are nearly choking on their fists.

were filthy

hearing the value of those items, was

all that swag

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 daughter!

mean you’re not coming today? I’ll contact the reporters right

up with a click.

room, the staff not

feels like? Would they end up silenced for

tears, looking like a sorrowful beauty.

a decent wedding. My parents always thought the Schnabels were a disgrace. They’ve never set

in the yard in the dead of winter, cook and serve her meals. My parents never even tasted my

gotten fat. Almost drove me to postpartum depression, thank goodness your dad

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of the wife’s tears and the sister’s woes brought the Schnabel men running.

heart

me, and now she’s after my daughter! Tristan, I’m telling

hon. How would I

looking

have to go.

Ashlyn was just looking for

asked specifically for Noella. She knows who we are. Otherwise, I could go. I’d hate to see Noella’s first homecoming

“Don’t worry, I’ve

phone and called Marcel,

chuckled. “Got it. You just enjoy your birthday; leave your

excellent, and his big–shot status meant he usually skipped

events.

“Grandpa,

mean, ‘can I handle it“? Just watch

by the doubt, Marcel busted out of his ward and headed

at Ashlyn, who was lying in bed, and said in a deep voice, “If Noella doesn’t get to properly enjoy her birthday today, I’m divorcing

was