The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

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Zachary was completely lost.

What nonsense was Vincent spouting?

“What kind of gibberish are you talking about? Pull me up already! This crappy graveyard is giving me the creeps; I’m about to suffocate here!”

Who knew which jerk with no conscience tossed him in here and left just a tiny crack in the coffin, barely enough for him to breathe?

Vincent was giving Zachary even weirder looks now.

What was a perfectly good person doing lying around in a graveyard for no reason?

And to top it off, the Rosenberg family’s ancestral home was like two districts away from the Lambert family’s!

“Zachary, oh, you’re a sly one, eh? Getting people to fix up my ancestral home just to take it over for yourself, huh? Let me tell you, this graveyard belongs to my mother, and you’re going to give it back to me!”

The more Vincent thought about it, the more it made sense. Why would Milford secretly refurbish the Lambert family’s ancestral home without telling them?

It had to be this old coot Zachary eyeing the Lambert estate and graveyard, looking for a chance to snatch away their fortune hotspot!

“Are you out of your mind? I told you I have no idea how I ended up here, and now you’re getting all up in my face?”

“You think I’m a fool? Showing up in my mom’s graveyard with your mom’s ashes? Isn’t it just to sneak your relatives in here, stealing our family’s generations of good fortune?

And you had Milford work on our old house, all because of this graveyard! Is that Martin guy one of your stooges?”

“What are you blabbering about? When did I ever get my son to fix up your family’s ancestral home? Your rundown old mansion is worth fixing?”

Zachary scrambled out of the coffin, aching all over. He wasn’t exactly thrilled to see Vincent either.

Just as he was about to leave with the urn in hand, Zachary had another thought and shuffled back to the edge of the graveyard.

“You say this place has good fortune. Well, I’m here now; I might as well bury my mother here, too.”

with derision. “I knew you were up to no good! You think you can

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scheming against

the Lambert family now, Vincent’s

want to bury your mom here? Dream on!” He just knew Zachary was eyeing this

on the spot, too, and seeing Vincent’s reaction, this place must have top–notch fortune. If it could really bring wealth to his descendants, maybe it

Zachary just plonked down on the ground.

say this graveyard is yours, got any proof?”

no gravestones around, not even anything

wretch, Noella, burying her grandma

inside, no gravestone; what makes it yours? I was just lying in that coffin;

bulged, and he rolled up his sleeves, ready to smack Zachary. “Oh, look at you! So you admit it; you’ve been plotting all along to snatch this graveyard from our

this plot

must be one of Zachary’s men, the two of them conspiring to take away this

you say it’s mine, then it’s mine, you guys can scram!” Zachary, clutching Valeria’s urn, was about to place it in the coffin, clearly

Valeria’s urn and hurling it down the hillside!

my mother’s ashes! I’m gonna kill you!” Zachary was super close to his mom, and even

around with stars in his eyes from

hit me?

out on the side, wanting to break

chance to bury their urn quietly. They were old, only there for their own business; who knew where Old Mrs. Lambert

roared, “Where did you bury

tossed

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in tears. “Dad, Zachary, please stop fighting…”

the sight of the Lambert folks. “Why the tears? I’m telling you, you dreaming of marrying

back and gave Zachary a kick in the waist.

all mushy from the rain, Zachary slipped, dragging Vincent

they tumbled together down the