Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella)

Ronald gently laid Stella down on the bed. As he was about to stand up, he noticed her hand still clutching the hem of his shirt.

A small smile played on his lips, a sense of nostalgia washing over him from the feeling of being needed.

He carefully pried Stella's fingers loose and tucked her in before leaving the room.

Finley was waiting for him outside. The look Finley gave him was one of utter exasperation.

Ronald raised an eyebrow. "Thinking of staying longer in..."

"Don't even," Finley cut him off mid-sentence.

"Then what's with the look? Want me to pile on more tasks?"

Finley rolled his eyes dramatically. "This isn't about wanting more to do. Seriously, that place is terrible. You can send anyone else there."

He knew full well why Ronald wanted him to go. It wasn't really exile as much as it was fixing a problem.

But to Finley, it didn't seem like such a big deal.

Ronald moved over to the sofa as a flight attendant came by and offered him a glass of his favorite red wine. Finley grabbed a glass too.

Ronald sipped it and said, "We can't delay it any longer. You need to get on it quickly."

Finley realized there was no getting out of this one. He muttered with a resigned sigh, "Fine, but just this once. Next time, send someone else to that godforsaken place."

Ronald smirked, "It depends on how well you perform."

Finley groaned internally. 'Perform? What did that even mean? My medical expertise?'

"Listen, I honestly forgot it and didn't expect you to be in such a rush," Finley said, trying to defend himself.

"Given your past behavior, I'd never have thought you'd be okay with Stella being pregnant before marriage."

Ronald chuckled darkly. "Who would dare criticize her?"

Finley had to admit no one would. The chaos in Portis City was proof enough. Anyone trying to stir trouble for Stella had to be ready for Ronald's wrath.

The Larkin family was doomed, and the Quarry family wasn't faring much better...

After a brief conversation with Stella, Frost Quarry had stormed back home. When she saw Yorick, she unleashed her fury, kicking him in the gut so hard that he doubled over, gasping for air.

"Frost, you crazy woman! Who'll marry you with that temper?"

Frost's strength could qualify as domestic violence. Their mother used to worry Frost would end up in an abusive marriage, but Yorick figured his sister was more likely to be the abuser.

Clutching his stomach, he stood up with a twisted expression. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

This damn sister of his! They barely saw each other, and when they did, it always ended in violence. White others had sibling bonds forged in love, theirs seemed to be forged in battle. g noveldrama

Frost had been fuming the whole way home and then had a perfect target for her rage. With everything going on in the Quarry family, Yorick still found time to be out gallivanting?

The more Frost thought about it, the angrier she got. She aimed another kick at his ribs, but Yorick dodged it this time.

"Frost, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Me? What about you? That sickly girl was trouble even before she was sick. I warned you she was nuts, and you still went after her? You even considered murder for her?"

Descending the stairs, Imogen overheard Frost's words. Her fragile state from a recent hospital visit made her nearly trip in shock. "Murder? What murder?"

Yorick's face turned dark. "Frost!"

He didn't want this out in the open, especially since he'd severed all ties with Ursula. But how did Frost find out?

Frost sneered, "Oh, you're scared now? Tell me, who is Felix?"

"Fe-Felix?" Imogen's face turned ghostly pale at the mention of the name.

How was Yorick involved with Felix, a notorious hitman? Was he out of his mind?