The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

"Gabriel, you're here." Saskia rose to her feet.

Gabriel's face was a thundercloud, dodging Saskia's outstretched hand. "What, it's fine for you to show up at your ex's wedding, but not for me?"

Under the scrutiny of the crowd, Saskia's face flushed with embarrassment. "Gabriel, it's not what you think. Jonathan... Mr. Metzger, we've always just been friends. I'm here to celebrate his wedding. Jonathan and I have always been above board, nothing romantic."

Gabriel thought back to everything that happened on their wedding night, and his features softened considerably.

The woman Jonathan had moved heaven and earth to win, and Gabriel had won her over with ease. In some ways, he had beaten Jonathan.

Beside them, Ysabel was in awe.

No wonder Saskia had Jonathan wrapped around her finger. She'd managed to sweet-talk Gabriel with just a few words. Her charm was undeniable.

Saskia snuggled up to Gabriel's side. Though not born a Lynette, Saskia had been raised with care over the years. Now, with her brother Holden sitting pretty in a top executive position and a promising future for herself, she was afforded due respect by the guests.

"Saskia and Jonathan's breakup was the talk of the town. I didn't think she'd show at the wedding."

"Tell me about it. Jonathan cut ties with the Metzgers for her sake, and now he's marrying Ophelia while Saskia's found her own place."

"I heard Saskia's expecting."

led Ophelia

deals, could hold

the spirits in his glass. "Prepare some

"Got it."

match made in

celebrated couple wove through the throng, stirring

all smiles, his attention glued to Ophelia, as if to shield

served to

approached, wine glasses in hand. "Thank you all for coming. I hope you'll forgive any shortcomings in our hospitality." "Ophelia, congratulations on your

and Brittany chimed in unison, followed

and stood up. Despite her pregnancy, she looked just

a sense of suffocation whenever he saw Saskia, feeling an inexplicable aversion

other hand,

reminder for Saskia to stay out of

but was

Metzger, about the past, I owe you an apology," Saskia softened her voice, resorting to her old charms, her eyes brimming

melted by now. But now, he was only

tears seemed not like drops of sadness but like a venomous presence to be avoided at all