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

business deals, could hold her liquor well, but Jonathan was a

swap out the spirits in his glass. "Prepare

"Got it."

were a match made in

the throng,

to Ophelia,

only served

Ysabel's table's turn. Ophelia and Jonathan approached, wine glasses in hand. "Thank you all for coming. I hope you'll

in unison, followed by the

with orange juice, and stood

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

other hand, remained

veiled reminder for Saskia to stay

Ophelia's intent but was

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

Jonathan would have melted by now. But

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