Billionaire's Match

Stella had strictly warned every single person in the household-no one was allowed to breathe a word about Angela having lived there. Not one syllable. Absolutely no one could find out. "Madam, it wasn't me! I swear I didn't say anything..." the maid blurted out, panicked. Pete shook off the maid's hand and darted straight to Trey's side. "Dad! Why did you make Angela leave? I want her back. I want Mom-" He didn't finish. Trey grabbed his shoulder in a tight, punishing grip, cutting him off with a furious, "Shut up. Stella's expression turned even harsher.

She twisted the child's wrist so roughly his face contorted in pain and he wailed. "You little brat! If your great-grandmother hears you running your mouth, I'll skin you alive!" Stella had never agreed to adopting a child. A child who wasn't flesh and blood-of course he'd be disobedient and impossible to manage. Pete broke down in loud sobs. Trey quickly pulled him behind himself. "Mom, he's just a child." "You can go in now," a young nurse said, stepping out. "She wants to see you. But remember-do not upset her again." Trey and Stella exchanged a look.

and assistant. At the old lady's signal, he bowed and quietly stepped out. "Mom... what happened? Why were you so furious?" Stella spoke carefully, setting the gifts they brought onto the cabinet nearby. "See for yourself." Lauren's voice was weak, but her presence cut like ice. She flicked

his hands. "Trey, you-" But when she saw the woman's profile in the photos, her temper exploded. Angela. Again! These photos were different from the ones she'd received before. These had been shot at night-Angela getting into the same car as Trey, and walking arm-in-arm

me where she is. If you won't