Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57

The moment Stella’s words landed, there was a noise at the door-Trey had returned. He’d taken a call in the garage and come up late; he hadn’t expected his mother to show up.

Trey disliked family interruptions. The Fox household didn’t drop by unannounced; if they were to meet, they called first. That was why he’d been bold enough to bring Angela home in the first place.

Seeing his mother now, his mind went blank for a beat.

“Mom… why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” he blurted.

“How long were you planning to hide this from me? No wonder Khloe’s been acting strange-so you’ve been hoarding a mistress!”

Stella’s anger overflowed; she didn’t even bother directing it at Khloe anymore. She struck Trey with her handbag.

She had always doted on her son; she would never have laid a hand on Trey if she hadn’t been driven absolutely mad.

Trey winced. “Mom, calm down. It’s not what you think. Angela is just staying here temporarily; Khloe knows, she agreed-”

“I don’t care if Khloe agreed! Have you forgotten your grandfather’s will? And the hell our family went through because of you two? That woman is a home-wrecking slut! If you insist on seeing her, you might as well put me in my grave!”

Stella’s face flushed; her voice rose until it cracked.

Angela, pressed behind him, began to cry. She kept silent. She assumed Trey would stand by her. They had a child together now after all; she was not the young, helpless girl she’d once been.

But Trey did something she didn’t expect. He guided his mother to a chair and sat beside her.

“Mom, I remember. Please, don’t be angry. Angela is here to help-she’s been looking after Pete and helping manage things while Khloe’s on leave.”

“What help? You let her into the house and the company? Have you lost your mind?” Stella snapped, rising. “Get her out of my sight. I’ll call your father and your grandmother. I’ll have them come and force her out myself.”

Trey’s voice dropped. He did not want a scene, but he made a choice, “All right. I’ll send her away now.”

At that, Angela’s body trembled. Tears pooled and quit falling, frozen at the edges of her lashes. “Trey…”

“Angela, pack your things,” he said without turning all the way around. His tone was final.

Watching Stella perched in her lofty arrogance, Trey’s repeated surrender, and the servants lurking in corners to feast on the drama, Angela felt her dignity crushed to dust.

Her jaw set, she stormed upstairs to pack. She owned little, and it took only moments to gather her things.

As she passed Pete’s room, she fixed the servant with a viper’s glare. “Remember who he is. He is a Fox heir. If any harm comes to Pete, the Foxes will make you regret it.”

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