Married to a Secret Billionaire (Stella Taylor)

Chapter 108 Just a Pawn.

Chapter 108 Just a Pawn.

Sure enough, Henry, standing on the stairs, stopped in his tracks, his face becoming even more

sinister.

The secretary wanted to intervene, but he stopped her with a gesture.

He wanted to hear what his two daughters would say!

"Amelia." Stella said neither quickly nor slowly, "Do you not know the reason why I got married? If it

weren't for Dad favoring you and caring for you, how could the person who got married be me?"

"It is not appropriate to discuss family matters at the company. I think you should stop here."

Saying that, Stella was about to walk past Amelia and enter the elevator, but Amelia rushed forward in

a single step.

"What's wrong? Afraid to argue with me now?" Amelia said unreasonably, "Where is your ability?

Where is your silver tongue? Huh, you dare not speak now? You b*tch, stop pretending to be weak!"

Stella just wanted her to stir up trouble!

She glanced at Amelia sideways and suddenly sneered. "Amelia, what ability do I have? Dad dotes on

you, and in the future, he will hand the entire company over to you. I'm just here to help you and pave

the way for your future."

"Cut out the banana oil! Who knows what tricks you're playing?"

"I am truly serving you."

The more Amelia pushed, the more Stella retreated to achieve her goal. "I am nothing in the Taylor

family. Amelia, you are the only heiress. I dare not compete with you!"

"Who said she is the only heiress of the Taylor family?"

A furious roar pierced through, and the hall instantly fell silent. Everyone stared in astonishment at the

man who spoke.

Henry's face was heavier than his footsteps. As he descended to the last step, he glared at Amelia with

disappointment and stood beside Stella.

"Stella." His voice was deep. "You must remember that you also bear the surname Taylor. You're also

my daughter."

Stella remained silent, while Amelia immediately glared angrily.

"Dad!"

"Dad." Stella said lightly, "I never thought about competing for anything, nor do I dare to compete with

Amelia. I know that you have high expectations of her..."

"With her like this?" Henry's anger was unstoppable. "She can't control her temper no matter what she

encounters and causes scenes regardless of the occasion. She doesn't have the manners of a noble

lady! She is far from being qualified as the heiress!"

"Dad, you..." Amelia stared at him in disbelief.

Standing beside Henry, Stella had a calm expression and a faint smile.

They truly looked like a loving father and filial daughter!

Amelia was filled with anger, disregarding everything and raising her hand to strike. Stella didn't even

try to dodge.

However, before the slap could land, Henry firmly grabbed her wrist!

"Dad!"

"Have you had enough of causing trouble?" Henry's anger soared.

"Dad, look clearly! This b*tch dares to provoke our father-daughter relationship right in front of me!"

"Amelia!" Henry scolded angrily, "Who are you calling a b*tch? Stella is your sister. How can you say

such things about her? Do you still see me as your father?"

"You..."

Amelia couldn't believe that this was the same father who had treated her like a precious gem and

given her all the best things since she was little.

Henry was not like this in the past!

In the past, she was the only princess of the Taylor family...

Amelia bit her lip, her eyes slightly red. She glared at him in frustration. "Dad, why are you so biased

towards her? Who is your biological daughter?"

"Do you think my eyesight has gone bad and I can't recognize my own daughter?" Henry coldly

snorted. "Both of you are my daughters! If you dare to speak like that again, I will break your legs!"

Amelia took two steps back, trembling with anger.

Stella gave a cold smile. "Dad, don't be angry. Amelia didn't mean it, and she has always been like this

towards me since we were young. I'm used to it."

"You..."

"Amelia." Stella took a step forward. "We both bear the surname Taylor, and we are from the same

family. We share honor and disgrace. If you embarrass yourself, it's the same as embarrassing Dad. If

you want to be angry with me next time, find a place where no one is around. You can hit and scold me

as much as you want, but just don't embarrass Dad in front of so many people!"

Amelia's face turned pale as she stared at Stella.

Stella's words struck a nerve. No matter how foolish Amelia was, she didn't dare to lose her temper at

that moment.

"Ha, I'm truly surprised. You usually pretend to be aloof, but you are so ruthless when you compete with

me!"

Stella's expression was cold, and she said word by word, "I just want to work well with you."

Amelia snorted and turned to leave.

Stella watched her back and unintentionally caught a glimpse of Henry's smug expression.

She suddenly felt a sense of sadness in her heart.

In fact, both she and Amelia were just pawns being manipulated by Henry. What meaning was there in

winning or losing?

"Dad." She said softly, "I'll go back to the office first."

"Alright." Henry smiled. "Stella, I didn't misjudge you! Work hard, and you will definitely have a place in

the Taylor Group in the future."

Stella smiled, looking like she didn't care about the benefits. But there was suddenly a hint of

resentment in her gaze as she looked at Henry.

That evening, when she returned home, she felt a bit down.

Noah was humming a song while cleaning the floor. When he saw her return, a big smile appeared on

his face.

"Honey, how do you like my work?"

He showed her the fruits of his labor from the afternoon.

Stella looked around and felt a headache coming on.

He really wasn't cut out for household chores. The floor was wiped like a spotted cat, with water stains

scattered all over.

The clothes on the balcony were brought in, but instead of being neatly folded, they were stuffed in

haphazardly.

The things in the room were not arranged as they were originally.

It seemed like something was still being cooked in the kitchen.

Noah excitedly ran into the kitchen and brought out the pot and bowls. Stella took a look and saw that it

was spaghetti again.

In the past six months of their marriage, he didn't cook a lot, and spaghetti was the dish he was best at.

She smiled bitterly and looked at his sweaty and excited face, feeling sweet in her heart. She hooked

her arms around his neck, leaned against his chest, and smelled the oil and smoke on him. Her heart

felt happy and at ease.

"Darling." She said softly, "Do you remember when we just got married, you didn't know how to do

anything, and I had to take care of you after a day of work?"

Noah also smiled. "Were you particularly annoyed with me at that time?" Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"Yes!" Stella pounded his chest with her hand. "I wished I could strangle you!"

"What about now? Have I made progress?"

"Yeah... At least you can cook now though your cooking skills aren't great."

"What are you talking about?" Noah immediately glared at her and took off his apron with a face full of

defiance. "I worked so hard to make my secret recipe spaghetti, but you look down on it! I must reclaim

my pride today!"

Stella burst into laughter, scooped a bowl of noodles, and obediently took big bites.

"Eat more." Noah's expression was indulgent. "After you're full, we have to do something more

important!"

Stella almost choked.

She put down her fork, her heart pounding... The important thing he mentioned... was nothing but sex.

So did he want to feed her and then... let her satisfy him?

Stella's face and ears suddenly turned red.