Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 625

Stella had planned to head downstairs with Yvonne.

She’d just called out for her when her phone rang—a number she didn’t recognize.

But since it was from the Ferrowland area, Stella picked up. “Hello?”

The moment she answered, Jaxon’s anxious, guilt-ridden voice came through.

“Star, it’s me.”

Stella’s face immediately darkened.

She was about to hang up.

Jaxon must’ve sensed it, because he rushed out, “Don’t hang up, Star, please. I’m begging you.”

Stella could practically feel his spine melting away, even through the phone. The Jaxon she remembered always looked down his nose at people—especially her. Now, hearing him say “please,” she realized even the proudest men could crumble when cornered.

Of course, she knew this was just an act. If he didn’t get what he wanted, he’d go right back to being his old self.

She narrowed her eyes, a cold laugh slipping out. “Begging me? Well, isn’t that something. Never thought I’d see someone from the Larkin family stoop so low.”

During her two years in Portis City, she’d seen firsthand how the Larkins acted—always looking down on everyone else, like they owned the place.

But now, here was Jaxon, so humble it was almost pitiful.

Stella made sure to let her sarcasm shine through. After all the ways they’d trampled her before, she figured it was only fair to give them a taste of their own medicine.

Jaxon took a shaky breath. “We know the truth now. I’ve kicked Ursula out of the family for what she did to you.”

Stella almost snorted. “Oh, really? You did it for me, huh?” She couldn’t help but laugh. “Funny, coming from you. Isn’t it more like you’re just trying to save your own skin?”

She knew exactly what games the Larkins played. “You always knew the truth, didn’t you?”

She cut him off before he could answer, letting the accusation hang. The silence on his end was thick, broken only by his heavy breathing.

He remembered. That day, Ursula was in tears, afraid Stella would resent her for “taking her place.” Jaxon, ever the knight in shining armor, had told Stella: “Maybe you’re the Larkin’s real daughter, but Ursula grew up here. She’ll always be family. If you just mind your own business, you’ll get what you deserve. But if you insist on fighting with Ursula, just know she’ll always be closer to us.”

He hadn’t said it outright, but the message was clear: when it came down to it, Stella would always be the outsider.

“Remember now?” Stella asked, her voice cool and measured.

Jaxon felt a mix of guilt and anger at her attitude. He clenched his jaw, then, voice cracking, said, “I’m sorry. I really am. I’m the one who owes you an apology. But please, don’t make things harder on Mom.”

Sorry after sorry rolled down the line, but Stella just laughed colder. “Too bad, Jaxon. Your apologies mean nothing to me.”

“And by the way—I’m not the one refusing to let her go. That’s the law now, not me.”

Jaxon fell silent.

“I can’t help you,” Stella said, and hung up.