If Yvonne really thought that marrying into the Quinn family meant she could coast through life, Mona was ready to prove her wrong. Over Mona's dead body would she let Yvonne have it easy.

But for now, Mona needed a way to wear Yvonne down-exhaust her so completely that managing the Schultz family would become impossible. The key was getting the financial reins Yvonne snatched tonight back in her own hands, and fast.

Especially now, with her daughter Berry at such a critical juncture, Mona couldn't afford a single mistake.

"Fine. I'll turn everything over to her tomorrow," Mona said through clenched teeth.

Let her take it all-every responsibility. The more Yvonne handled now, the more she'd crumble from exhaustion. Mona simply didn't buy the idea that Yvonne could actually keep the Schultz family in order.

Tristan gave a weary nod. "I'm off to bed too."

What a night. The last time Yvonne dropped in, she'd stirred up so much drama that no one slept a wink. And now here they were again.

Even with Yvonne carrying his grandchild, her insatiable greed left a sour taste in Tristan's mouth. With a heavy sigh, he disappeared down the hall, leaving only Mona and Yale awake.

Neither of them could sleep-least of all Yale.

He'd always lived large, never worrying about expenses, and now Yvonne had slashed his household allowance to just a thousand dollars.

"A thousand bucks! Where does she get off? And what's all this nonsense about tough economic times? Since when is the Quinn family hurting for cash?" Yale practically exploded.

"Enough. You should try to get some sleep too," Mona said flatly.

"How am I supposed to sleep after this? She's clearly out to get us!" he shot back.

He was right. Mona felt it too-Yvonne was bent on tormenting them.

"She's targeting us," Mona said coldly, "but does that mean we can't fight back?"

Yale stared at her as if seeing her in a new light.

"Don't worry," Mona continued, sounding almost smug. "She won't last three days as head of this house before she's begging me to take over again.”

She'd already mapped out exactly how to bring Yvonne to her knees.

Sure, Yale was furious, but not so angry he'd lost his sense. "Are you serious? This

is Yvonne we're talking about the Quinn family's daughter!" To him, Yvonne's pride was legendary; that woman would never beg for anything.

"She may be a Quinn," Mona sneered, "but now she's also a Schultz daughter-in- law."

Yale looked baffled.

"That's what she wanted-she said it herself. So since she's so eager to take her place as a Schultz, she'll have to live by the Schultz family rules. Mona practically hissed the word 'rules.'

In her eagerness for revenge, Mona hardly realized how venomous she sounded. But then, Yvonne hadn't exactly played the innocent since she stepped through the door either she'd flaunted her mos infuriating side from the very start. It wasn't as if she owed them any kindness.

Hearing Mona's plan, Yale reconsidered. “So, you've already got something in mind?"

“Get some rest. By tomorrow morning, it'll all become clear," Mona said, leaving it at that.

Yale just stared after her. Was everything already set in motion?

Fine. If Yvonne was so eager to run the show, let her see just how thankless the job really was. Maybe it would break her make her regret ever wanting to be in charge.

Upstairs, Yvonne was completely wiped out after the battleground that had been this evening. She showered quickly and tumbled into bed.

With Xander off washing up, Yvonne pulled out her phone and called Stella—but it was Ronald who picked up.

"Why are you calling so late? Shouldn't you be in bed? You do realize you're pregnant, don't you?" His tone was stern.

"Ronald..." Yvonne whined, dragging out his name. She'd forgotten how late it was why did he have to be such a killjoy?

The hint of childish teasing in her voice caught Ronald by surprise. Star's personality had shifted a lot sines getting pregnant, but now Wonne was acting alt cuddly too? He honestly couldn't remember Yvonne ever acting this girlish before. She'd always been so wild, he sometimes forgot she wasn't just one of the guys.

"Hey, when Star wakes up tomorrow, tell her I got everything settled!" Yvonne chirped.

"Settled what?"

"The house! I took over all the finances."

"You're running the whole place?" Ronald couldn't hide his shock.

"Yep. Is that so strange?" Yvonne replied gleefully.

A pause. "Do you even know how to do that?"

"Not a clue!"

There was dead silence on the other end.

“But who cares?" Yvonne added, as if it was perfectly reasonable. “As long as I take

care of myself, that's good enough."

Ronald had no words. Was that really how people managed a house these days?