Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella)

"Ronald, have you seriously decided to try everything now that you've had a taste of sex freedom? I'm telling you, I'd rather die than bend to your whims." With a smirk, Ronald gave Finley a swift kick to the thigh, making him stagger and grimace in pain.

"You...what are you doing?" Finley stammered as Ronald grabbed him by the collar and started dragging him toward the edge of the yacht.

"We're going for a swim, Finley. You've been talking too much lately, you need to burn off some of that energy."

"No, no, I can't swim!" Finley protested, panic creeping into his voice. But before he could finish, Ronald tossed him overboard with a hearty splash.

Finley flailed in the water, panic setting in as the cold waves enveloped him. He tried to scramble back to the surface, but Ronald's hand pushed him back under, the icy water searing into his lungs.

Ronald dove in after him, effortlessly pulling Finley further away from the yacht. When Finley finally managed to gasp for air, he realized they were already twenty yards out.

Finley sputtered, "Ronald, you're crazy! Let me go, I can't swim!"

Ronald, clearly intent on teaching a lesson, kept moving, dragging Finley along for what felt like miles before finally letting go.

Finley gasped.

Wait, wasn't he responsible for dragging him back?

"No, no, no, I don't have that kind of stamina, you can't just..."

Before he could finish, Ronald dove into the water and vanished. The next time Finley spotted him, Ronald was already at least fifty meters away.

His stamina was absolutely insane... No wonder Star couldn't handle it. With stamina like that, even ten women would struggle to survive.

Thinking of Stella, Finley grew even angrier. "Ungrateful little thing. I'm out here speaking up for her, and this is what I get."

He was completely abandoned, and as for Ronald, that lunatic wasn't even human, he just left him stranded here.

Was this some kind of death sentence?

Meanwhile, Stella followed a waiter down the corridor. Suddenly, a door flew open with a loud 'thud.' The waiter was thrown against the wall, slumping to the ground,

unconscious.

Startled, Stella took a step back, her heart pounding. Before she could turn, a strong hand gripped her arm and yanked her into the room. The door slammed shut behind her and she was shoved against it, a firm hand clamped over her mouth to silence her.

Her wide eyes darted upward, locking onto a figure in a black

mask. The lower half of his face was obscured, but those piercing eyes and chiseled features were unmistakable.

It was Xander!noveldrama

Stella struggled, her voice muffled. "Mmm! Mmm! Let me go!"

"Stay quiet, or you'll regret it," Xander's voice was smooth but carried a menacing edge.

As expected, under Xander's intimidation, she quieted down.

But Xander knew her obedience was only temporary. During the Patrina incident, he had seen just how clever and cunning she could be. Xander pinched her small face, smirking. "Using a dog to fool me? Stella, you're really something."

Stella's face turned red from his grip.

Xander, finding it amusing, pinched harder, making Stella let out a muffled sound of pain.

But as soon as she made a sound, Xander pressed the cold, black barrel of a gun against her forehead.

"Go ahead, scream. Try it," he taunted.

Stella glared at him fiercely.

Xander sneered, "Daring to glare at me? Want me to pop those eyes out of your head?"

Stella fell silent.

This bastard!