The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

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Yvonne shamelessly mooched a dinner at the Schnabel family’s pad.

Turns out, being Ashlyn’s adopted kid wasn’t so bad. When she wasn’t causing a ruckus, the Schnabel couple and their four boys would just give her the cold shoulder at most, nothing too harsh.

After dinner, Tristan rallied the Schnabel boys to brainstorm about Noella’s birthday party.

Beckett chimed in. “Our place is kinda cramped. Noella’s party might be a tad humble. How about we snap up a new crib right now? The penthouse over at Serene Haven is pretty sweet, a thousand square meters for just a cool billion. We can just put it in Noella’s name.”

Tristan agreed, “Serene Haven’s barely passable. These days, the mansions in Imperial City ain’t what they used to be. Next year, let’s jet off to Italon and snag Noella a castle. Castles here feel too small–time. Plus, with Grandpa and Grandma not well, they can’t travel abroad.”

Noella was shocked at Tristan’s words.

Ulrich suggested, “Let’s get fresh flowers air–shipped for the venue. Noella digs roses, so how ‘bout we craft a rose crown with pink diamonds for her birthday?”

Stirling got hyped, “We’ll invite all the media, have choppers and drones live–streaming the whole party, and let the world know about our Schnabel family princess! I’ve already touched base with Imperial Quartet for the music, and Master Azure’s agreed to design a custom gown for Noella!”

Jasper added, “I’ve invited top chefs from state dinners around the globe for the catering. The ingredients will be air–freighted the same day, so Noella can feast on the freshest delights from all over the world. Oh, and we’ll ditch the onions and garlic.”

Noella didn’t know what to say..

It was just a birthday. Wasn’t this all a bit much?

Just as Noella was about to decline, Elara gently held her hand.

“We’re in a bit of a rush this year, sorry for the fuss, Noella. I know you’ve never had a birthday party back at the Lambert family. It’s okay, we’ll make it up to you, and give you the best of everything in the world.”

Sienna was on the verge of tears. She was still fretting that the plans were too last–minute to give her darling daughter the best possible experience. And to think, her beloved had never even celebrated her birthday before!

“Sweetie, Mom and Dad are so sorry you’ve had it rough. Why didn’t you tell us?”

Sienna’s beauty was classic, the picture of a well–read Horwich family lady – pure, expressive eyes that could melt hearts, especially when she cried.

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The Schnabel brothers were tripping over themselves trying to comfort her.

Elara patted her own mouth and said, “My bad for running my mouth and upsetting Mom. Sorry, Mom!”

Noella held Sienna’s hand, wiping away her tears.

“I’ve been fine, no worries.”

Sienna knew her daughter was just consoling her; it was a mix of heartache and gratitude, but mostly it was just painful to know.

Elara, foreseeing a headache if Sienna continued crying, quickly changed the subject.

“I’ll handle the fireworks for the party. Our lab just cooked up these colorless, odorless fireworks with some sick effects. Noella will definitely love ‘em!”

stuff was mostly top–secret government gear. If she said it was the good stuff, you couldn’t

laptop to write a report and show you

was crucial, demanding full–on

too. Even a tiny slip

fired up her laptop and her brows instantly knotted – something was off with

my study just

asked, “What’s up? Noella and I popped in earlier to

said, “Someone’s tampered with

sacred- not a bit could be out of

green with envy over Noella’s birthday plans, piped up.

to mess with Elara’s laptop, except maybe Noella. Probably just an accident, but Noella, don’t be scared. You’ve gotta own up, and

speechless. Why would I mess with Elara’s

“It wasn’t me.”

use denying it. Elara’s data is super important – one wrong click could spell disaster. Even if it was an accident, you’ve gotta fess

slightly and said again, “It wasn’t me.”

in agreement. “We really didn’t touch your

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rolled her eyes.

the block. It ain’t good for you, you know. Grandma always

hadn’t touched Elara’s

to herself.

everything. If Noella messed with them, she’d go

fight like cats and dogs, and soon the Schnabel family will have only one daughter-

her!

birthday parties or the Pollack family engagement, it’ll all be

it wasn’t her, I believe her. But you… Yvonne, I recall you were in my study before dinner. Did you

pale with

you even think it was me? The only one in the house who’s

was stone–cold, her piercing

a high rank and exuded an aura of authority that scared the living daylights out of her underlings. Just one look from her was enough to send shivers down Yvonne’s spine and give her the

in my study, so let’s just check the footage and see.”

Yvonne was dumbfounded.

Elara for

paranoid can you get about your own

“Elara, need a hand?

heads or tails of Elara’s crazy

isn’t child’s play.

her precious data! But Elara

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sis, and she just didn’t have the heart to say

the data anyway, so no

took the laptop and scanned over the complex jumble of numbers like