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."

and Jonathan led Ophelia around, toasting each

of many business deals, could hold her liquor well, but

his glass. "Prepare some

"Got it."

were a match made

wove through the throng, stirring

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

served to irritate

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

Brittany chimed in unison, followed by the other

was filled with orange juice, and stood up. Despite her pregnancy, she

whenever he saw Saskia, feeling an

other hand, remained composed.

was a veiled reminder for Saskia to stay

was determined to ruffle her

Saskia softened her voice, resorting to

by now. But now, he was only

seemed not like drops of sadness but like a venomous presence to