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?”

a sour

a rich guy to latch onto in times like these?

Forget it. She doesn’t see us as family. Briony, do not go to

last time Noella had given her what for, and it made her

wanted to go after Noella’s money herself and would

eyed the guards

the thought of jail or having Milford’s child and then prison was

just terrifying!

Yasbel’s animated

a complete mess. And then, a bunch of girls calling him, claiming they’re pregnant, and he’s denying all of them. I

turned their gaze on

true colors and wasn’t

none of

people like Milford seriously.

whistled, glancing at Palmer who was busy grilling

yourself a real man now.

taking the comments as compliments from Noella’s crew.

had stopped by to drop off some documents and snagged a dinner invite. Watching Palmer pamper Noella, a hint

1. in.

steaks and serving her like royalty. Yasbel couldn’t help

10:32

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

at Yasbel and ordered coldly,

“Got it!”

his smile could

mercy, leaving Milford crying out in

and took a wet wipe from Palmer to clean

filth. Even restrooms are cleaner than

away, staring at Noella and Palmer. “You… you dare hit me?”