The scorn in Gabriel’s eyes burned even brighter, as if the idea of making me his mistress was some grand favor I should feel grateful for.
With his arms crossed over his chest, Gabriel sneered at me alongside his friends. “Fine, then. When the time comes, everyone here can take turns—one night each. Let’s make it fun.”
The makeup artist, unable to hold back any longer, stepped forward to defend me.
“Mr. Prince, Ms. Waller IS having her wedding here today. As a member of the Prince Family, surely you’re aware that Sir Zachary Prince, the head of the family, is marrying Ms. Waller today?”
Her words landed like a bombshell, silencing the room for a brief moment—before laughter erupted like thunder.
Gabriel’s expression darkened instantly. With a swift kick, he sent the makeup artist sprawling into the corner. Blood trickled down her forehead, but he spared her only a cold, disdainful glance.
“A lowly makeup artist dares to make up stories using my uncle’s name?
“Everyone in town knows my uncle is marrying his dream woman today. Spread any more baseless rumors and I’ll rip that lying mouth of yours apart.”