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,

raising an eyebrow,

and women visiting a gynaecology and obstetrics together

siren, and Yorick's no better. You should call off the

irked before

time she makes a move,

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

things up right before your wedding, she's clearly

hardened,

"Where are you

someone's stirring the pot, might as well see it for myself," Stella quipped

her reflection in the wedding dress, she reached for the bodice

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

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

connected, the man's stern voice came over the phone, "Come to the office once you're done with the

years. During the past two years, Yorick had been nothing but

Stella's eyes. Not bothering to give him a reply,

Yorick's office to find

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 other end of

to the sofa and sat down, his previous warmth during the call disappeared, instead coldness creeping in

expression grew colder at her aloofness. The click of a lighter