Vindictive Dr Rhys

"Rhys" Nonna calls out, snapping him out of his thoughts. He turned away from the window and walked back to the hospital bed where she lay. Rhys had been so lost in thought that he didn't notice when she had woken up. He walked to her with concern itching on his face, getting a hold of her fragile hands. "Yes," he answered, his eyes softening from the tensed ones he had a while ago. "Where is she?" Nonna asked roaming her stare around the room to get a glimpse of her figure but to no avail.Rhys knew exactly who she was talking about yet he chose to act oblivious hoping she wouldn't ask for his wife; Natalie but who was he kidding?"Huh?""Natalie."He shakes his head, "She's not here...Uhm, Natalie got caught up with some work--"She cut him off before he could go any further, "No, please I need to speak with her at least before my time is due--""No. Don't say that" Rhys cut her off not liking the words she had just said. "My child. I can feel it, it's inevitable and you have t

Rhys paused as Mr and Mrs Roderigo walked in, not just behind them was no one other than Alec Freeman; the man his wife chose over him.Oh wait, he's ex-wife now.So Natalie isn't his anymore? Rhys has never imagined that a day would come when he had to give her up. All this while he has been living in deceit. "You" Mrs Roderigo sneered, sparing him a disgusting look along with her husband brushing past him.His jawline tightened as his eyes fell on Alec who had a smirk darting on his lips. "Natalie, what is this poor deceitful man doing in our home?" Mrs. Roderigo questions. Rhys turned to face the family that never really liked him or the relationship he shared with Natalie. They always mocked and insulted him at how incompetent and not wealthy enough to meet up with their daughter's standards. No matter how much Rhys tried to please them, it was never enough. "Natalie. What's wrong? Are you crying?" Alec asked, walking towards her in concern.Rhys felt the burning jealousy br

Rhys gulped down the third cup of the Vodka wiping off his mouth. It seems to be the only tasteful and ease he feels as of the moment. "I think that's enough" the bartender reasons, giving Rhys a pitiful look.Rhys shot his eyes briefly as though calming himself as it didn't seem to work. He wasn't drunk, and a few drinks won't do the trick, he has had much more than he is now, but Rhys has it by composing himself. He felt a hand placed on his shoulder while he lifted the cup to his lips. He paused, keeping the cup down before turning.He growled seeing Blake of course he was here too. Mum would never let Angela attend gala's on her own without having one of the Mickelson brothers tag along.Angela is like the golden egg of the family, she has everyone's love, respect, and protectiveness. "Yeesh! You look like crap" Blake spat playfully, settling down on the seat next to his brother.Rhys shrugged. "You're here too?""Of course, Angela is here after all." He responds to which Rhys

Rhys walked into the hotel room they had boarded. He had Blake send off every person that was lounging in discarded as Rhys wanted a peaceful environment for the night. He didn't want to be disturbed or have any sort of disturbance. He's trying to recollect his lost self and get a hold of his emotions. He needed to rise back to his true self and not someone he had been pretending to be for a while now. Only now did he figure that most of him had been lost due to the impact of his actions. He deeply regrets ever giving love a try, thinking that true love could be found in a world like this was absurd and now he has come to terms with that. Sadly, he didn't notice till it was too late.A knock came through his door cutting him out of his thoughts. He had told his sister and brother not to be disturbed. He didn't need any of their support right, all he needed now was time to himself. The door clicked open revealing his sister who came in with a tray of food. "I brought you some food

He stirred on the bed with the sheets covered around his body. Every inch of his muscle felt numb and drained. A sharp pain hit his forehead, urging a growl out of his lips.Fucking hangover. He brought his right hand to his head and mumbled curses under his breath."Good morning, Master. What would you like for me to do for you today?" Curella questions her sound, piercing his ears.He hissed, putting the pillow on his face, with a feeble groan. "No." He mumbled, knowing that if he didn't reply, she'd go on with her questions, which would only irritate him further."Okay, but you should know that your sister is approaching," she says.His eyes instantly split open. "Whatever you do, do not give her access," he warns."Angela has access to my security panels."Rhys curses; of course she does. It's Angela, after all; she always finds her way in and out of his affairs or belongings.Rhys could tell one or two things why she's here: either mom sent her to check up on him orHis thoughts