Billionaire's Match

Chapter 1 Author: Tangy Candy In the second year of her marriage, Khloe accidentally tore her marriage certificate while tidying a drawer. She rushed to the courthouse to have it reissued, only for the clerk at the window to frown. "Miss Roswell, there's no record of your marriage in the system." "That's impossible. I've been married for two years!" Khloe handed over the torn document, her voice sharp with disbelief. The clerk checked three more times, then turned the screen toward her. "See? Nothing. And look here, the seal is crooked.

This certificate is most likely a forgery." Khloe stumbled out of the courthouse, feeling utterly hollow and disoriented. The world seemed to blur around her when her phone rang. "Miss Roswell, hello. I'm the attorney for your late father's estate. Would you be available to come to Pearson Law Firm to review and sign the inheritance documents?" 'Another scam,' she thought, her finger hovering over the "end call" button. But the man continued, "Your mother's name was Adele Roswell. Twenty years ago, she left you at the gates of the Harden Housee.

After a thorough investigation, we have confirmed that you are the sole biological child of Neil Morrison." The name hit her like a physical blow. Neil Morrison. The financial titan, the richest man in Goldmont City. Stunned into silence, Khloe stood frozen on the courthouse steps. Then, moving on autopilot, she rushed to the appointment. What she learned in lawyer's office was the most staggering revelation of her life: her biological father, Neil Morrison, had passed away the previous month.

His estate-a vast empire of stocks, global real estate, and controlling interests in countless corporations-was valued in the billions. And she, the daughter who never knew him, was his one and only heir. Her head buzzed as if struck by lightning. The lawyer's next question cut through the fog. "May I ask about your marital status? Do you have children?" At once, her husband's face flashed in her mind. Her hand clenched around the broken certificate hidden in her bag. She gripped the pen tightly and said, "Give me two hours.

I need to confirm something first." Leaving the law office, she headed straight for her husband's company. The door to Trey Fox's office was ajar. She had just reached out when a low, sultry voice drifted out, "Trey, we've been married five years. When will you finally make it public?" Khloe froze. She knew that voice all too well. It belonged to Angela Thompson, their former university advisor. Angela was six years older than Trey, but aside from that, she was flawless-stunningly beautiful, with a perfect figure, an untouchable goddess in the eyes of the student body.

Back in their university, she had been universally adored, renowned as the most popular and beloved counselor on campus. Khloe held her breath. A second later, she heard her husband's familiar voice. "The company is about to go public, and I still need her for a few more things. Besides, my grandfather's will explicitly forbids you from being recognized by the Fox family. If we go public now, my grandmother will come after you. I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt." A roaring sound filled Khloe's ears. She clamped a hand over her mouth, choking back the sob rising in her throat.

the dark. She fled the building, pulling out her phone the moment she hit the sidewalk. Her voice was unnervingly calm, as if all the emotion had been drained from her. "Mr. Bateman, I'll sign the inheritance papers now. And for the official record: I am unmarried and have

she got the results, her heart turned to ash. "Are you saying... my uterus is perfectly healthy?" "That's correct. According to these scans, you're in excellent health." "I can get pregnant?" "Of course." "And it won't affect... my sex life?" The elderly doctor, despite decades of experience, looked slightly taken aback. "No, not at all." But before their wedding, Trey had waved a medical report in her face, claiming she had a severe uterine condition-that she could never have children, and that even normal intercourse could cause irreparable damage. "Even so, I'm going to marry you," he had told her, his

at family gatherings, "Trey is under a witch's spell." And every time, he would just smile and reassure her, "Don't listen to them. You have me, that's all that matters." So for two years, she endured her mother-in-law's endless insults-"a broken woman," "useless, can't

years together. She remembered their first meeting in Angela's office. She was just dropping off documents

unresponsive, he assumed she was in shock from the accident. He pulled her into his arms, trying to comfort her. But Khloe recoiled instinctively, shoving

naturally as always. She pulled away. Again. "Still upset with me? Fine. If you don't want to talk, I won't press you. We have a very important guest joining us for dinner tonight. I've already told the housekeeper to make

through this IPO, I'll make it up to you. I promise. It's just taking all my attention right now." Misreading her stony silence as forgiveness, he smiled. "Oh, I'm not angry," she said, her voice dangerously sweet. "I'm actually

of it had been built on the back of Khloe's sacrifices. She had put her own career on hold after graduation, pouring all her energy into building his company. The moment they stepped inside, the sound of laughter floated down from the second floor. A child's giggle. And a woman's soft, melodious

potent allure. "Khloe, look who's here!" Trey's voice was filled with an excitement she had never heard directed at her. For the first time, she saw him truly, unreservedly elated. This wasn't the calm happiness he