The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

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Briony blinked, her eyes welling up as she grabbed Noella’s arm.

“Sis, I know you dig Milford, but you know damn well Milford and I are head over heels for each other. Please don’t break us up! What the heck did you say to Milford yesterday? He’s been ghosting me all day.”

Noella frowned, giving her wrist, which Briony was squeezing, a cold glance.

“Slipped my mind. Some dude wanted to add me on WhatsApp yesterday, but I didn’t give it to him. So that was your boo, huh?”

“What did you say?”

Noella looked at her with a pitying gaze. She can’t fathom what’s so great about that oddball.

Milford’s got a bunch of honeys, sweethearts, and darlings in his phone. March ‘em all out, and they could put on a whole women’s soccer match for Briony right there. All with similar mugs. same series as Briony’s. Anyone would think he’s into stamp collecting.

This kind of player, only Briony would treasure like gold.

Seeing that look in Noella’s eyes, Briony’s pride was deeply wounded.

What gave her the right! She’s the real Ms. Lambert now! Why the hell is this imposter still looking down on her with pity?

A fierce jealousy flashed in Briony’s eyes, and when she caught a glimpse of Belinda approaching, she nimbly tripped herself and went down.

“Ah! Sis, why did you push me!”

Noella was speechless.

Belinda rushed over to her precious daughter sprawled on the ground, scolding Noella as she helped Briony up.

“Noella! She’s your sister, for crying out loud! Don’t you have a heart?”

Noella looked at Briony bawling in Belinda’s arms with indifference.

“I’m perfectly sane, thank you. You two might want to look after yourselves first.”

Belinda was baffled. “What do you mean? How on earth did I raise a kid like you?”

snicker escaped from a nearby servant.

“Don’t blame you. My words are a bit of a

at a loss for words.

right there! If you dare claim you’re part

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she quickly played the sweet daughter,

don’t be mad. Noella has no idea how rough it’s gonna be when she gets home. I’ve heard that girls from rural areas often have to

that, the nanny who had raised her chimed in. “Briony is right. With her temperament. Noella could only marry some lonely old widower who can’t afford a wife. With her sharp tongue, she’ll surely get beaten

words were music to Briony’s ears. She smirked, but noticed that Noella was still as

serene as ever.

could she still be smiling? She must be faking

suitcase. Oh my… How

suitcase, revealing only a neat

valuables to sell later, but upon seeing the blank papers, she couldn’t help but lose her composure.

poor, these blank papers won’t do you any good! You can’t just draw a pie and call it dinner,” she laughed.

countryside yet and already looking so destitute?”

fuming, snatched the laptop

grown up eating what, air? Even if I send you out naked today, you must

me!”

widened with

was too thrilling!

and stuffed it back

was he

supposed to keep his rep around here? The mishap of acknowledging the wrong daughter was already

whatever you want. It’s all yours anyway.”

nanny wouldn’t let up.

country bumpkin, isn’t she? I hope she’s not up to any

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she were to leaks them, what are we

to pack her small suitcase.

eyes, she stared