All Chapters of Billionaire's Match: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"I'm at this age, and I still have to be lectured by my daughter-in-law? I've lost all face! Who does she think she is? If you hadn't insisted on marrying her, would a woman like her ever have been worthy of setting foot in the Fox family home?" Stella wailed.Seeing Trey remain unmoved, she spun around and began pounding her chest in a dramatic fit of fury.Feeling completely helpless, Trey finally relented. He promised his mother he would discipline Khloe and personally bring her over to apologize to Alicia.After leaving Alicia's house, Trey immediately called Khloe.She took her time answering, and his tone was laced with impatience. "Are you home yet?""No. I'm still with a client. What is it?"At that moment, Khloe was seated in the revolving restaurant at Oscar's estate. A maid stood beside her, meticulously slicing a perfect cut of prime veal.She hadn't bothered to step away to take the call. Catching the cue, Oscar gave a subtle glance, and everyone in the room quietly

"Why are you saying this again?"Trey turned back and pulled Angela into his arms. "If I had feelings for her, I wouldn't have married you and had Pete with you. But right now, Khloe has to be kept in check. We can't handle any more instability right now."Angela fell silent. She understood the pressure he was under. Even if he had developed some attachment to Khloe, now was not the time to press the issue. She had to be the understanding one.The next morning, Trey was up early. He'd barely slept, his mind churning over Khloe.At the first light of dawn, he headed for her room, but his phone rang before he could get there.He answered, his voice rough with fatigue and tension. "You didn't come home last night?""Mhm. Drank too much with a client. Stayed at a hotel."Khloe's voice held not a shred of apology, only the cool detachment of someone just waking up. "Did I keep you waiting?"Trey froze. All the restless anxiety that had plagued him all night suddenly felt like a path

Stella reacted as if she'd been scalded. "Apologize? I'm her mother-in-law! On what grounds should I?""On the grounds that she's holding the company's core project for next quarter."Arthur finally spoke, tossing the file onto the coffee table. "That riverside villa under your name, and Alicia's trust fund—they're frozen, effective immediately. They'll stay frozen until you apologize to Khloe.""Mom," Trey added, his voice steely, "you need to get a handle on Alicia. No matter how spoiled she is, she doesn't get to gamble with the company's future."That villa was Stella's pride and joy, her ultimate status symbol. Alicia's trust fund was her only leverage over her husband. Losing them would mean they couldn't hold their heads up in the Fox family.Alicia panicked. Tears welled instantly in her eyes. "Dad! You can't do this to me. I just had a baby…""The Fox family's money can support idlers, but not fools," Arthur snapped. "Either you apologize to your sister-in-law immediatel

The photo was still loading when his phone rang. It was Angela.The moment he answered, her sobs hit him like a physical blow."What happened? What's wrong?" His chest tightened, panic sharpening his voice.But no matter how urgently he pressed, Angela just wept, refusing to speak.Helpless, Trey softened his tone. "Where are you? Are you at home? I'm coming to you right now, okay?"Before he could finish, the line went dead.A cold dread washed over him. Without a second thought, he made hurried apologies to his clients and rushed out.The thought of Angela in danger felt like having his soul ripped out.Luckily, he hadn't drunk much. He kept calling her as he drove until, finally, on the fifth try, his call was picked up."Angela, what on earth happened—""I'm not Angela. This is Kirsten. You'd better come to Q Bar. She's completely wasted."Kirsten Jackson, Angela's best friend, owned Q Bar in Goldmont City. Years ago, when Trey was secretly pursuing Angela, they'd often

Trey carried Angela back to her room with painstaking care, terrified of making a sound that might wake Khloe.He glanced at Khloe's door. It remained tightly shut.He told himself she couldn't possibly have been gone for more than two nights. She had a temper, sure, but Khloe knew her limits. She had to be in there, asleep.Besides, the pair of luxury heels he'd bought her—her favorites—were still neatly lined up in the entryway.Exhaustion weighed on him, but after a moment's hesitation, he turned and walked toward Khloe's room.His hand was on the doorknob, about to turn it, when the sound of small, hurried footsteps echoed down the hall."Daddy!"Pete's voice made Trey's heart lurch. He spun around and quickly pressed a finger to his lips.The boy's face instantly fell. He shot a furious glare toward Khloe's door."What are you doing up so late?" Trey scooped his son into his arms, lowering his voice as he carried him away. "What's wrong?""Mommy is throwing up…"The tit