I stared at the man in front of me — this arrogant, self-assured stranger.
He genuinely saw nothing wrong with giving away his fiancée's wedding gown.
In his eyes, I was nothing more than an accessory. A possession that existed at his convenience.
I had no interest in wasting another breath on him. I turned and headed for the door.
"Stop right there!"
Dominic's voice cracked through the air like a whip.
He closed the distance in one stride, his fingers clamping down on my wrist like a vise.
"Dominic, let go of me!" I hissed through clenched teeth, the pain sharp enough to steal my breath.
He didn't let go. Instead, he tightened his grip and yanked me toward him.
His head dipped low, his lips nearly brushing my ear, his voice a dangerous murmur laced with warning.
"Gabriella. Don't push your luck."
"Go pick out something off the rack like a good girl. The wedding next week goes ahead as planned."
"Do as you're told, and once Millicent's done with the red carpet, I'll book out an entire island and throw you an even bigger ceremony."
"But if you walk out that door today..."
He paused. Something cold and predatory settled behind his eyes.