Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 600

Had Arianne not worried about ruining Tiffany’s engagement ceremony, she would have swung her fist right there and then.

Honestly, even Arianne was boggled at how cantankerous she had become. Ever since the Aery Kinsey incident back then, it seemed to her that the best way to solve a problem that might require her fists was, indeed, to use her fist without saying another word. Sometimes, actions do speak louder than words… literally.

She gulped a deep breath to calm herself forcibly. “Tell me: did you or did you not hit an old man on the eighth floor earlier? And before you insult me by trying — no, I’m not gonna buy your crap. I have CCTV footage with me, and honestly, I want this solved today, or you’re not going anywhere. Wanna bet?”

A hint of consternation from being exposed flitted through the woman’s eyes. Still, she quickly regained her composure. “What the hell are you yammering about, b*tch? That old man started it by bumping into me!” she rebutted. “Besides, I can’t stop wondering — who let you talk to me like this, huh? You think I’m gonna be stopped by some random b*tch? Or what, you’re gonna tell me that that old man is your grandpa? I mean, he has that same welfare-queen stench like you do, too,” she gibed. “God, you people don’t understand that you don’t belong here, do you? You guys should like, GTFO, before you embarrass yourselves.”

Arianne knew that if push came to shove, she would not be able to stop the woman from going anywhere purely because Jackson, not her, was the boss of the entire event. Arianne had intended her words to stay as a threat, but Jackson was too busy to worry about meddling into this personally while she believed she had to take things into her own hands.

Hence, Arianne lurched and grabbed a fistful of the woman’s hair, slapping her hand over the latter’s mouth before she could scream.

The men standing around her turned pale. They were all too appalled to break them up.

Arianne lugged the woman toward the door leading out of the event hall. “Well, shall we solve our issue now?”

Vex turned into wrath, and the woman launched into a counter-attack, yanking a fistful of Arianne’s hair, too. “F**k you, you f**king hysterical b*tch out from f**king nowhere! So what if I kicked some old a** beggar, huh? Do you know who the f**k I am?!” she shrieked. “B*tch thinks you can do this to me — imma make sure you don’t live to see the next day!!!”

Arianne was so not in the mood to talk, so she let her fists do the talking. In a flash, the two women had thrown themselves into a melee.

As the woman wore a gown, her movements were restricted. Arianne, however, had the advantage of being in casual streetwear, which made throwing punches easier. By the time the woman was cuffed badly enough that her dress was as much a mess as her make-up, Arianne still managed to look largely like herself.

The young men, who witnessed the incident happening since it started, finally reeled back from their shock enough that one of them wondered out loud, “Guys, are they… are they fighting? One of them looks kinda familiar. Any idea?”

One of them espied Mark standing out from the crowd before horror dawned onto his face. “Sh*t, I think one of them might actually be Arianne Wynn — I mean, Arianne Tremont! F*******k!” he whisper-shouted. “Don’t just stand there, you nimrods! We gotta’ break them up right now — I’ll tell Mr. Tremont about it!”

When Mark first heard that Arianne had started a brawl, he could feel his temples pulsating. Arianne was never the violent type, was she? Could this be the ramification of binding her so tightly when she was a kid that now, all of the pent-up anger hidden deep within her chest burst out for liberation? He had only taken his eyes off her for a while, and now she was beating people up at a party. For some reason, he felt like he was witnessing his kid going through the onset of her teenage rebel phase.

Mark’s eyes were sharp with killing intent. He ran his finger down the bloodied scratch on Arianne’s cheek before countering with a voice nipping enough to cut through flesh, “You think Chloe’s the only one who got hurt? Are you suggesting I stand here and let my own wife get the shorter end of the deal? Heh. I do not make it a habit of forgiving anyone who crosses me — ever. Since this is Jackson West’s engagement party, I’ll leave this woman alone for the time being. But once the ceremony ends, well… I’ll show you how real adults even things out.”

The woman, Chloe, felt her legs failing her as she crashed onto the floor. “S-sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know, Mr. Tremont — please, have mercy on me!”

Mark ignored the woman pleading from the floor and shot a look at his guards. After that, he carried Arianne to the lounge.

The girl did not try to put up a fight. With a defeated expression, she looked like a troublemaker who had thrown herself into a foofaraw and was now being dragged home by her disappointed parents.

Once she entered the lounge, Tanya and Naya were startled by how terrible she looked. “A-A-Ari?! What the heck just…? Why do you look like this?”

Arianne tucked some stray locks back into place nonchalantly and answered, “Well, I found the woman who hit Old Anderson. She’s some trash named Chloe or whatever. Anyway, I wanted us to chat over it civilly, but she was being pig-headed, and so I used my fists, ‘cause you know, you gotta fight fire with fire sometimes. What else could I do? She’s a trust-fund kid. Even if you sent her to the cops, she would probably get a stern talking and then be bailed. It’s useless. Urgh! Just thinking about her feeling no qualms in hitting a harmless old man makes me furious! She’s such a Class A b*tch!!!”