Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 1

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

raising an eyebrow, "Interesting choice

and obstetrics together usually hinted at certain

nothing but a siren, and Yorick's

had got irked before

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

forgiven by her before leaving. Now she was back, getting entangled

right before your wedding, she's clearly up

gaze hardened, "Gotta

asked, "Where are you

well see it for myself," Stella quipped before hanging

in the wedding dress, she reached for the bodice and tore the dress apart, leaving the broken

turned in shock. Yet, none dared to approach

her phone vibrating again. She took a glance. It

was connected, the man's stern voice came over the phone, "Come to the

two years, Yorick had been nothing but

bothering to give

Yorick's office to find him making a

looks considered as one-of-the-kind in Portis

sat down, his previous warmth during the call disappeared,

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

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