Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

“You…” Stella sputtered, choking on her fury, rendered speechless.

Khloe had always been so quiet, so submissive, so easily pushed around. How was it that today, her words were so sharp and clear? And by framing it around Trey and the company, she had made Stella seem completely unreasonable. 1

“Alright, Stella. Once Alicia picks a restaurant, just send me the name. I have to get back to work now.”

Without waiting for a reply, Khloe ended the call.

The dial tone buzzed in Stella’s ear. She saw stars, nearly fainting from sheer rage. “That wretched girl… she actually hung up on me?”

Her hands trembled so violently she almost threw her phone across the room.

Watching her mother’s meltdown, Alicia was equally stunned. “She’s really not coming?”

“Trey has spoiled her beyond reason! She’s a barren nobody from the gutter. She should be thanking her lucky stars every day for marrying into our family. How dare she be ungrateful? How dare she defy me?!”

Stella cursed and beat her chest, all dignity forgotten.

Alicia rolled her eyes, as if she’d seen this coming all along

“Mom, I told you–Khloe’s meek act is just a front. For someone like my brother, who only cares about connections and advantage, to marry a woman so far beneath our social standing… do you really think she’s a simpleton?

“But don’t worry. I refuse to believe I can’t put her in her place.”

A mocking smile curled on Alicia’s lips as she personally dialed Khloe’s number.

Although she constantly ordered Khloe around, she always maintained the facade of a friendly sister–in–law. Besides, her husband, Stanley Jones, was a department manager in Trey’s company, and Khloe often had to liaise with him on business.

Alicia was certain Khloe was just soft clay, easy to shape. Even if she had stood up to Stella today, it must have been a one–off for Trey’s sake. At home, her brother adored her the most; if she, Alicia, asked for something, Khloe would have no choice but to obey.

Then, once Khloe showed up, she’d make sure to give her a hard time and properly vent her mother’s anger.

The phone rang for a long time before it was finally answered. The moment Khloe’s voice came through, Alicia immediately laced her own with a pitiful, trembling sob.

“Khloe… do you… do you hate me? I thought we were so close. When my brother asked you to look after me, you promised so sweetly. But today, when Mom said you wouldn’t even cook a single meal for me…”

As she listened to Alicia’s performance, Khloe’s eyes remained fixed on the rising and falling stock charts on her computer screen.

“How could I possibly hate you? I’m just swamped today and don’t have time to cook.”

Her tone was steady, calm, and left no room for negotiation–a far cry from her usual self, who would capitulate the moment Alicia turned on the waterworks.

Alicia’s face darkened. “But I have no appetite, and the only thing I can stomach is your cooking. If you don’t come … then I just won’t eat…”

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