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?"

the hospital, the gynaecology

eyebrow, "Interesting

women visiting a gynaecology and obstetrics together usually hinted at certain

Ursula is nothing but a siren, and Yorick's no better. You

got irked before Stella

sip from her water glass, "Every time she makes a move, I'm

Ursula hoped to be forgiven by her before leaving. Now she was back, getting entangled with

before your

hardened, "Gotta

"Where are

might as well see it for myself," Stella quipped

bodice and tore the dress apart, leaving

none dared to approach her, given the

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

over the phone, "Come to

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

trace of sarcasm flashed across Stella's eyes. Not bothering to

Yorick's office to find him making

flawless profile. He was expressly lucky to have the looks considered as one-of-the-kind in Portis City. Noticing Stella, he quickly said to someone at the

warmth during the call disappeared, instead coldness creeping in his gaze. He looked

usual, chose a seat across from him. Yorick's expression grew colder at her aloofness. The click of a