Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 1

"It's breathtaking!"

Stella Quinn was clad in a wedding dress; her slender waist accentuated by the dress's voluminous skirt, she looked every bit the princess in a fairy tale.

Even without makeup, her face looked exquisitely stunning, earning her praises from the shop manager adjusting her dress.

"Why didn't Mr. Yorick Quarry come with you to check it out? Men and women see things differently, you know."

Stella's lips curled into a polite smile, "Work's got him tied up. He couldn't make it."

As if on cue, her phone buzzed. Glancing at the caller ID, she answered, "Susie."

"Star, I just saw Ursula and Yorick together!"

The originally joy on Stella's face slowly faded away at the news, her gaze turning icy as well.

Yorick Quarry, her fiancé, and they were planning to marry in a week. While Ursula Larkin, just the mention of her name stirred a sense of distaste in Stella.

Stella signaled the shop manager, who was fetching the dress. The latter nodded in comprehension. With a wave of her hand, all the staff immediately went away with the manager.

Left alone, Stella gazed at her well-manicured nails and asked nonchalantly, "Where did you see them?"

"At the hospital, the gynaecology and

laughed, raising an eyebrow, "Interesting

women visiting a gynaecology and obstetrics together usually hinted at certain

siren, and Yorick's

got irked before

"Every time she makes a move, I'm the

by her before leaving. Now she was back,

before your wedding, she's clearly

gaze hardened,

asked, "Where are

as well see it for myself," Stella quipped before

she reached for the bodice and tore the

the scene, the staff nearby turned in shock. Yet, none dared to approach her, given the stern

her own clothes, her phone vibrating again. She took a glance. It

came over the phone,

the past two years, Yorick had been nothing but kind and attentive. Now, it seemed things were changing, likely

flashed across Stella's eyes. Not bothering to give

to find

considered as one-of-the-kind in Portis City. Noticing Stella, he quickly

down, his previous warmth during the call disappeared, instead coldness creeping in his gaze. He looked over at Stella,

of sitting beside him as usual, chose a seat across from him. Yorick's expression grew colder at her aloofness. The click of a lighter filled the room, followed