Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 64

“That bitch totally did it on purpose. She made sure to catch you at your worst angle—trying to make you look fat and awkward. As if anyone would believe that! You’re absolutely stunning, and she knows it. The Salmerons are nuts, honestly. Who even acts like this anymore? And Clive—seriously, where was he? Dead asleep? Why didn’t he step in?” Diana ranted, not sparing a single soul.

Amelia couldn’t find it in herself to care.

Besides, Timmy had stepped up for her, and just thinking about her son made her heart feel a little lighter. The rest of the drama hardly mattered.

“It’s fine, really. If she wants to post those pictures, let her. I don’t care,” Amelia said, her tone calm.

She genuinely didn’t give a damn about what those uptight “high society” people thought of her, or how they laughed behind her back.

Diana, on the other hand, was fuming. “You might let it go, but I can’t. You’re my best friend. If someone messes with you, that’s messing with me. Just leave it to me, okay?”

It wasn’t that Amelia was letting it slide—she simply didn’t care anymore.

“Diana, I promise, I’m fine. Please don’t get involved. Actually, I called because I need your help with something else.”

Amelia wasn’t worried about Caroline’s drama. She was worried about Diana. As one of the biggest actresses out there, Diana was basically a drama magnet—especially after winning her Oscar. People were just waiting for her to trip up. Amelia didn’t want her dragged into more mess just for sticking up for her.

Diana pouted, ignoring Amelia’s protests. She clearly wasn’t about to let Caroline off so easy.

“Alright, babe, what do you need me to do?”

“Clive hired a new nanny. Her name’s Marian. I think she’s been swapping out Timmy and Penny’s food—giving the good stuff to her own grandkids. Can you have someone keep an eye on her for me? And I want to get a security camera installed in the kitchen.”

Diana let out a low whistle. “Wow, this Marian sounds shady as hell. Is Clive blind? How is she still looking after the kids?”

Amelia had her own suspicions.

After a pause, she said quietly, “Marian was probably recommended by Kristen. They’re likely related.”

She’d noticed Marian snooping around, reporting everything not just to Clive, but to Kristen too.

Diana actually laughed in disbelief. “That woman is something else. What, now she’s planting her own people in your house? She’s just a side piece, but she really thinks she runs the place.”

Amelia’s lips curved into a cold smile as she glanced at the dusty wedding photo in the corner.

But every few steps, he paused and looked back, as if worried she might trip—remembering her poor eyesight.

That tiny gesture gave Amelia a little comfort.

At least Timmy didn’t totally shut her out.

Down in the kitchen, Marian had already set out breakfast. The steaks were plated perfectly, looking just like something out of a magazine. For Amelia, there was a bowl of bird’s nest porridge—but even from a glance, she could tell it was cheap stuff.

“Marian, the steaks Clive ordered—they’re supposed to be top-grade Wagyu, right? Flown in from Japan?” Amelia asked, her voice light.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Clive had a reputation for being picky about food—only the best ingredients for his table.

“I think I’ll have steak today too,” Amelia said. “Cut me a piece from Timmy and Penny’s, will you? I want to try it.”

Marian hesitated, trying to come up with an excuse. “Ma’am, the steaks were portioned out by the kids’ nutritionist. Mr. Salmeron was very specific. I really don’t think there’s enough to share...” She tried to hide behind Clive’s instructions.