Billionaire's Match

Chapter 2 Author: Tangy Candy Khloe didn't even have time to react before a glass of juice was flung straight into her face. The maids rushed over at once to help clean her up. "Pete!" Trey's face darkened with fury. Startled, Pete bolted upstairs in a streak of panic. Trey made to chase after him, but Angela quickly stood and blocked his path. "Trey, he's just a child. Violence won't solve anything. Let me check on him." As she spoke, her eyes flicked toward Khloe, who was wiping herself clean. She seemed to want to say something more but held it back.

Only then did Trey return his attention to Khloe. "Are you alright? Let me see." She had already wiped herself down, but his hand reached out again, wanting to touch her face. "Disgusting! Don't touch me." The words slipped out without thought. Trey frowned, completely misreading her. "How could I ever think you're disgusting? The only thing I feel is terrible that you got hurt. If I'd known Pete would have an outburst like that, I never would have put the burden of raising him entirely on you." Khloe's lips curled into a mocking smile. "You're right.

If his real mother were here, she'd probably do a much better job. It's a shame she's gone, and his adoptive mother clearly doesn't know what she's doing." Trey froze, his expression tightening. "What are you talking about? Pete is adopted. You're his mother-the only mother he has, and you're a wonderful one." He even reached out to ruffle her hair in a show of affection. The sudden, intimate gesture made Khloe's skin crawl. Back in the bedroom, she immediately locked herself in the bathroom and turned on the shower. Trey followed shortly after.

He hadn't come to check on her-his real purpose was to resume his campaign to move Angela in. He called it a "discussion," but Khloe knew her opinion was irrelevant. He and Angela were the real couple; she was just the placeholder. "With the company's IPO, I have no time for Pete, and I need you focused on work. Angela is a child development expert, and you saw how well Pete responds to her..." "Fine. Whatever you want." She cut him off, her stomach churning with disgust the longer he spoke. Trey instantly softened, mistaking her surrender for understanding.

"Khloe, I knew you'd be reasonable. You know I only want what's best for our family." His eyes melted into a pool of fake tenderness as he stood and moved to put his arms around her waist. But Khloe turned sharply and held up her phone like a shield. On the screen was a listing for a modern riverside villa in the city's financial district-a more prestigious and expensive property than their current home. "Trey, what do you think of this place?" "It's prime real estate. That area is incredibly valuable." He frowned slightly, unsure of her angle. "My birthday is next month.

I've decided I want this villa as my gift." She smiled sweetly, her voice soft and melodic. Trey had lied to her for two years. She had lost more than time; she had sacrificed her own career. To save his failing startup, she had dropped out of her graduate program and turned down a prestigious job offer. In just two years, she had turned his business around. Soon, it would go public, making Trey a billionaire. And she? She would be discarded, used up and thrown away. There was no way she would let that happen. In the past, Trey had always promised her the world.

house, it's an investment. And once your company is public, hosting clients at a prestigious address like this will give you the status you deserve. It's for your benefit, too." Every word was carefully crafted to appeal to his ego and ambition, and she watched his doubts evaporate in real time. In his mind, Khloe was still the selfless woman who couldn't

wave of guilt, mixed with a sudden surge of affection, washed over him. "I don't need a new house for status. Having you by my side is all the status I need." He moved to embrace her again, but she sidestepped his arms. "I told you, it's my birthday wish. Just humor me. You're not going to be cheap about it, are you?" Her playful tone disarmed

to seem stingy, but the number was a punch to the gut. Still, with the company's public offering looming, he couldn't afford to upset her now. "Alright. If you love it that much, it's yours." Right then and there, he called the finance department and authorized the transfer while she watched. That same night, seven million dollars landed in Khloe's personal

a staggering 7,015,000 dollars. For the entire two years of their so-called marriage, she had managed the household budget without ever taking a salary for herself, having handed over all financial control to

little shadow, obedient in a way Khloe had never seen. The picture of a harmonious family shattered the moment Khloe entered. Angela's hand slipped off Trey's shoulder at once. He hurried toward Khloe. "You're awake! I made breakfast. Come, you have to try it." Her eyes scanned the dining table-it was laden with an elaborate spread. On a normal day,

Trey was so thoughtful," Angela replied, her voice sweet. "He was worried I wouldn't be used to the food here. A man who's this considerate is a rare find. You're a very lucky woman, Khloe." A subtle, superior gleam flashed in Angela's eyes as they met Khloe's. "Oh, I

all over it-the liquid splashing onto her hand. "Pete! What is wrong with you?!" Trey snapped. Angela quickly handed Khloe a napkin, then bent down to speak to the boy in a gently chiding tone. "Pete, even if you're full, that's no way to behave. And you've made a mess of your mother's

as simple misbehavior. "Alright, you're finished eating. Why don't you go play in your room?" Angela said, smoothly trying to end the confrontation before Khloe could respond. "Wait." In one fluid motion, Khloe stood,

Then, she plucked a slender, flexible switch from a decorative vase and brought it down sharply on the back of his legs. "WAAAH-!" Pete howled, tears immediately springing to his eyes. "Khloe! What are

think... he was yours." Her strikes did not let up. The switch landed several more stinging blows. Angela's face went pale, her nails digging into her own palms. "I... I just meant he's still so young. It wasn't that big of a mistake..." "A small mistake, left unchecked, becomes a major flaw. I'm not well-versed in your gentle parenting methods. If I don't teach him respect