Billionaire's Match

"Trey!" Angela parted her lips in disbelief. "Do you have any conscience at all, saying something like that?" She had borne him a child and endured years of blame and criticism from the Fox family. After finally securing even the smallest bit of standing in the household, he was now dumping every problem squarely on her shoulders! "I'm done talking. My head hurts." Trey pressed his fingers to his brow. He had no desire to argue with Angela anymore. But Angela refused to let go. "Trey, you're not allowed to leave tonight.

If you do, I'll take Pete and leave tomorrow!" "Stop making a scene." "Fine. Then I'll go ask Dad to judge for us! Are we supposed to live apart for the rest of our lives as husband and wife?" The more Trey tried to de-escalate, the more aggressive Angela became. Hardened with confirmation, she turned and headed straight for Arthur. Of course, Trey couldn't let her go to his father again. He grabbed her and pinned her against the wall. His movements were uncharacteristically rough, slamming her waist hard enough to make it ache. She frowned and glared at him.

Reflected in Trey's eyes was the woman's pretty face-yet all he saw was something twisted and ugly. "I'll stay." After a long moment, Trey finally said without any warmth. He had compromised. But after saying that, he didn't touch Angela again. He took off his coat, went into the bedroom, grabbed a quilt, and spread it out on the sofa, clearly intending to sleep there. Angela felt as though her heart had been smashed to pieces. Watching her husband's cold indifference toward her, her pride couldn't bear it. She turned away in a rage and slammed the bedroom door behind her.

he spoke, the name that slipped from his lips by instinct was "Khloe." At the same time, elsewhere, Khloe was attending a business dinner for the Keller family project. She had brought Charlotte along,

of her clothes. Suddenly, a figure approached from behind. She nearly cried out in alarm when a large hand clamped over her mouth, trapping her beneath his body. "So nervous-were you thinking about me?" Ethan teased softly near her ear. Charlotte's face flushed red, but her eyes burned with anger. "Ethan,

Charlotte said coldly, staring straight at him. "What kind of talk is that? I haven't done anything to you. Didn't you enjoy yourself last night too?" Ethan tilted