The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 220

Briony paced around her room, wringing her hands before finally gathering up the courage to call her mother, Belinda

“Mom, I really don’t want to end up behind bars, and I sure as hell don’t want this baby. The Rosenbergs are bankrupt now, and there’s no way they can give me or the kid a decent life.”

She wouldn’t let Milford drag her down with his failures! She had set her sights on the Rosenberg fortune and now that it was gone, she wanted nothing to do with them.

Belinda was silent for a moment before soothing her. “Don’t you worry, honey, I’ve got you.”

Brieny continued, desperation in her voice. “Mom, if it comes down to it, can’t you reach out to my real dad? Vincent’s practically on his deathbed. Are you really gonna stick with him?”

The mere mention of Vincent got Belinda’s blood boiling.

That damn fool Vincent, always crying poor when he had slyly transferred all his assets to his bastard son!

“I won’t divorce him until I get back every penny of our marital assets. I’ll be damned if I let Vincent get away with this!”

As for Briony’s biological father…

Well, Belinda wasn’t exactly sure herself. She’d had a string of boyfriends before marrying Vincent, and pinning down which one fathered Briony wasn’t straightforward.

With no clear answer, she decided to choose the most suitable candidate for now.

Belinda pondered a moment, then replied, “Your dad…he’s in the gemstone business. He mentioned something about mining nephrite, and that stuff’s worth a fortune. If we can find him, you won’t have to worry about a thing. I’ll find you a sharp lawyer first. Once you’re in the clear, we’ll take care of the baby. The Rosenbergs are broke as a joke now; we can’t have their child.”

Briony quickly agreed!

If she found her real father, she was sure her future would be bright. Then, whether it was Milford or Noella, they would have to bow

down to her.

“Mom, you’ve got to get back what Vincent took from us, or how are we supposed to live? I heard from Milford’s mom that Noella’s rolling in dough. Now that we’re down on our luck, she can’t just ignore us, right?”

sour taste

rich guy to latch

That little brat? Forget it. She doesn’t see us as family. Briony, do not go to her.”

the pain from the last time Noella had given her what for, and it made her skin crawl. If Briony went to Noella, she might end up getting a beating too.

Belinda wanted to go after Noella’s money herself and would abandon her if

up, Briony eyed the guards outside her

way out the thought of jail

just terrifying!

dined leisurely, listening to Yasbel’s animated recount of the

him, claiming they’re pregnant, and he’s denying all of them. I was there for a shoot and witnessed

turned their gaze on Milford, expressions souring.

colors and

of

people like Milford seriously.

who was busy

that. You’ve got yourself a real man now. Milford’s just trash.”

smile didn’t waver, taking the comments as compliments from Noella’s

off some documents and snagged a dinner invite. Watching Palmer pamper Noella,

1. in.

Palmer was grilling steaks and serving her like royalty. Yasbel couldn’t help but feel a pang of

10:32

his gaze caught Noella standing by the entrance of the grill house, bathed in the warm glow of the streetlight. She looked ethereal in her dress, like a modern–day goddess. Milford’s thoughts raced, fueled

“Noella, are you here

and ordered coldly, “Turn

“Got it!”

a date, but before his smile could bloom, he

blows came without mercy, leaving Milford crying out in shock.

a wet wipe from

Even restrooms are cleaner

away, staring at Noella