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

an eyebrow, "Interesting choice of

and women visiting a gynaecology and obstetrics together usually

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

got irked before

makes a move, I'm the one who suffers. Why are you

be forgiven by her before leaving. Now she was back, getting entangled with Yorick. Did she think Stella was

snapped, "Choosing to stir things up right before your

hardened,

"Where are

pot, might as well see

her reflection in the wedding dress, she reached for the bodice and tore the dress apart, leaving the broken attire scattered

Yet, none dared to approach her, given the

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

the phone, "Come to the office once

had been nothing but kind and attentive. Now, it seemed things were changing, likely

eyes. Not bothering to give him

hour later, Stella entered Yorick's office to find him making a call

was expressly lucky to have the looks considered as one-of-the-kind in

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

seat across from him. Yorick's expression grew colder at her aloofness. The click of a lighter filled