Chapter 32 Jealous of You?

The limousine drove off, with a caravan of luxury cars following further behind, all the people watching from the streets, amazed by the level of splendor and sumptuousness of the two most important families in the country, who were now joining.

It was time for the party, an act that the cream of society could not miss, and everyone went there.

Inside the car, Isabella lowered her gaze in sorrow, her cheeks still warm from the meaningful kiss that Máximo had given her in church.

She hadn't felt anything like this before, her hands were shaking, her stomach tingling, her mind seemed to have fogged.

Máximo watched the girl sideways, noticing her shyness and nervousness, he could still feel the taste of that kiss, the soft sensation of her lips on his, a warmth ran through his body just remembering it.

Máximo turned to the other side, uneasy at the obvious effect Isabella was having on him.

They arrived at the party, one of the many mansions of the Collins was chosen for the celebration, the entire building was spectacularly decorated with flowers and small lights, which gave the old construction an air of romanticism.

The guests entered first and received the newlywed couple with applause and congratulations.

Máximo and Isabella greeted everyone they could, acquaintances and strangers, simulating a smile. Maximo's parents gave them a cordial compliment, Margaret gave them her blessing, some close relatives approached them courteously.

Everything was going normally until a well-known and thick voice sounded behind the bride's back, making her spin.

"Congratulations, cousin.

"Oh..." Isabella put her hands to her mouth, excited. "Aiden!" She threw herself into her cousin's arms in an effusive embrace, feeling her eyes crystallize. "I thought you would never speak to me again.

Maximus watched, feeling a sudden flame within him. His countenance again took on that hostile and bitter aspect that characterized him, but seeing Isabella's emotion, he fell silent.

"I was just angry, I'm sorry. Aiden squeezed her lightly in his embrace. - I wish you to be very happy, it is the least you deserve after everything you have been through. She murmured to her cousin sweetly.

Isabella pulled away to look him in the eye, and Aiden's presence, along with his words, brightened her evening and made her feel better.

"Collins..." Aiden turned to Maximo, his expression becoming serious and his tone of voice becoming threatening. "If you dare to hurt Isabella, you should know that she is not alone..." Maximo narrowed his eyes angrily. "I'll make you pay for every tear Isabella sheds for your sake; do you understand?"

"Sure..." Maximo growled, trying to contain his bad temper for Isabella. "I understand, Sinclair.

Despite his effort to remain calm, Maximo's instinct led him to act. He had allowed Isabella to spend a moment with her cousin, but she couldn't take it anymore. He took her by the hand and led her to his table when they ran into Valeria.

Valeria stood in front of Máximo with an arrogant attitude, as if she were posing exclusively for him. His real goal was to get Isabella's attention and offend her at his own wedding. She wore a white ball gown, fitted to her figure with a long train and embroidery, with the intention of outshining the bride.

“Congratulations. Valeria murmured, satisfied with the attention she captured.

Máximo looked Valeria up and down, perfectly understanding her intention. He wondered how much longer that silly girl would continue to bother. Both Valeria and Aiden were intolerable to him, and he felt the need to put them in their place. So, he took Isabella by the waist and pulled her close to his body. In an unexpected act, he kissed her.

It was a quick peak, a slight touch of lips that left Isabella stunned. Although Máximo did it mainly to put Valeria and Aiden in their place, deep down, he wanted to taste his spouse's lips again.

"Thank you... I married the most beautiful bride. Maximo said, directing a look full of malice towards Valeria.

Full of rage, Valeria changed her arrogant expression into a grimace, clenching her fists at her sides and turned on her heels to leave snorting.

Máximo took his spouse by the hand again, she could not answer, she just followed him, stunned by what happened.

A huge table set up in front of the pile of tables set up for the guests was waiting for them. Very kindly, Máximo asked the employee in charge of assisting them to leave, and he himself helped Isabella to take a seat, moving the chair for her.

The party was held quietly, with a splendid dinner served, an orchestra playing, guests dancing, a beautiful wedding full of luxuries in all its splendor.

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After greeting his cousin, Aiden felt the need for a strong drink and most of the waiters carried champagne on their trays.

So, he decided to go to the bar himself, where he ordered a double whiskey.

He was in a bad mood, even though he didn't agree with Isabella's marriage, he couldn't do anything about it if that's what she wanted, so he had no choice but to support her, and that's what he was there for.

At least, the idiot Máximo had earned a point, giving back the moment of humiliation to Valeria, although that did not make him like him more.

Aiden sighed heavily, he needed to entertain himself and relax, what better way to do that than with good company?

Full of confidence and with the hunter's instinct at its best, he turned on the sidewalk to slide his gaze around the room, defining his possible target, knowing very well that several beautiful women had been very attentive to him during the ceremony.

In an instant, Aiden's gaze met familiar eyes, Emily had been looking at him and upon meeting his eyes, the girl immediately turned around.

As if he hadn't noticed her, Aiden turned back on his stool to face the bar, called the bartender, and discreetly murmured a couple of instructions.

The bartender brought him another glass of whiskey, Aiden sipped a drink very seriously, while wondering internally, which of those girls who had been watching him, would he end the night with?

A beautiful young brunette took a seat on the stool next to her, the girl crossed her legs in front of him sensually, knowing very well what she was doing.

Aiden smiled mischievously at him, he liked daring women, who knew what they wanted and were not afraid to go looking for him, so an interesting conversation took place.

Emily grunted from her seat with a glass of champagne in her hand, she had been watching Aiden in the distance, not because she wanted to, but, like any intelligent and forewarned woman, she had to be vigilant after his threats.

She saw him chatting and flirting with what she considered a lower-class girl, nothing compared to her.

Apparently that guy had a magnet for vulgar women like that, Emily thought as she continued to detail them.

She did not want to see, much less know what those two were talking about, but for her, it was a necessary evil, because she had to find out what her enemy was planning, to be able to defend herself when Aiden gave her the blow he had promised to give her.

Emily was sure that he had prepared something against her and Valeria, for sure, would make them pay with the same coin and try to humiliate them in the middle of the party, that's why she had been watching him at all times, full of paranoia.

However, the situation was already beginning to make her anxious and after a while, she noticed that the vulgar woman who accompanied Aiden got up flirtatiously to go to the bathrooms.

Emily couldn't take it anymore and decided to face him once and for all, so she walked straight to Aiden, full of conviction.

"What do you think you're doing?" Emily growled, crossing her arms in front of him.

"Huh?" Aiden turned, surprised to see Emily's accusatory expression. "You?" What do you want?

"I asked you first. What do you think you're doing? I know you're planning something against me and, if you want to take revenge by trying to humiliate me, do it once and for all and see if you can. Emily replied firmly, crossing her arms.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, and I don't have time to listen to your nonsense. Do you want to leave me alone? I'm busy and you get in my way. Aiden growled, turning again to his drink, and ignoring Emily, which made her even more furious.

“Anything important? Are you talking about that slut? Heavenly! You play the gallant, but you are nothing more than a womanizing scoundrel with terrible taste. Emily replied haughtily.

"Are you crazy?" Aiden roared, frowning. "That girl is a thousand times better than you. Did you see her curves and her face? And I'll bet you anything that he's a better person in every way than you are.

"How dare you even compare me to her?" Emily asked, indignant. "You should feel lucky that I'm even here talking to you. That woman doesn't compare to me at all. Emily turned her face arrogantly. Aiden raised an eyebrow, presumptuous.

"No...?" Or are you jealous? Aiden asked with a lopsided smile, full of satisfaction.

- What?! Jealous of you? HA, HA, HA! Emily let out a loud and feigned laugh. “Not to the point... I'm just here to set the record straight...

"What points, little princess?" Aiden tilted his face towards hers with a seductive air, leaving him quite close and making Emily visibly nervous.

Because as far as I see it, it seems that you come to complain to me because I am having a good time with another woman.

"You're crazy. Emily growled, turning her face angrily.

Just at that moment, the bartender arrived with a new drink for Aiden, Emily saw the subject bring a glass of wine in his hand and opened her eyes wide, perfectly understanding what that glass meant.