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?”

did take Ashlyn’s stuff, with all

was as arresting as

this dress is a bespoke creation by Master Azure,

was livid. “What’s that supposed to

to think, I can’t help it. But when

knew full well whether Noella took

not.

artists, hearing the price tags on Noella’s bling,

knew the Schnabels were filthy rich, but this was

of those items, was green with

couldn’t all that

today, left at the hospital, and weren’t back for the global. live broadcast, Yvonne would step in as the real

reporters right now and tell them how unfilial you are, that you don’t

hung up with a

the staff not daring to make

this what a high–society showdown feels like? Would they end

the tears, looking like a

parents always thought the Schnabels were a disgrace. They’ve never set foot in the Schnabel house ever since.

of winter, cook and serve her meals. My

saying I’d gotten fat. Almost drove me to postpartum depression,

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of the wife’s tears and the sister’s woes brought the Schnabel

embraced Sienna, his heart aching for her.

after my daughter! Tristan, I’m telling you, if anything goes wrong with Noella’s party today, I’m

hon. How would I go on without you!”

looking at

to go. We’ll

was just

for Noella. She knows who we are. Otherwise, I could

worry, I’ve got

whipped out her phone and called Marcel, giving him the lowdown.

“Got it. You just enjoy your birthday; leave your grandma to me.”

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

events.

a bit skeptical. “Grandpa, can you handle

you mean, ‘can I handle

Marcel busted out of his ward