Vindictive Dr Rhys

4. A Taste Of Deceit.

Rhys walked out of the house feeling agitated and betrayed. The cold night air hit through his skin making his hands more cold. 

Natalie's words rushed down to him making a hiss of displeasure slip out from his lips. 

He rubbed on his temples lifting his sleeves as though he was going to punch anyone that dared to come his way.

He gave up everything for Natalie and this is what she repays him with?

His family went against them and married her when they tried to point out how much of a bad idea it was yet he was blinded by the love he had for her. He thought their love was more than anything one could ever imagine.

Out of all the girls he has been with, he has never felt the way he felt with Natalie. He went against his mum's words after she had warned him Natalie didn't sit right with her yet he didn't listen.

His father, sister, and brothers, all of them; he gave them up for her and this is what he got in return.

Rhys knew that Natalie's family wasn't fond of him seeing as he wasn't up to their status but he let that slide holding on to the love he has for Natalie gives him in return. 

Nonna, his housekeeper who turned family, was the only person he tagged as family as she had taken it easy on him and treated him with such kindness that one would think she was his grandmother.

His thoughts are cut short when a black-tinted BMW parked ahead of him. 

The door flipped open, a woman came down dressed in a fancy navy dinner dress that clung to her every shape. 

Rhys scoffs pausing at his steps. 

She walks towards him instantly falling into his embrace, "Brother" she giggles clutching onto him like her life depended on him.

Angela knew he wasn't a fan of hugs and it's exactly why she never fails to throw him one. It's been two years but feels like forever.

He'd be lying if he didn't say he missed her.

Rhys successfully peeled her off him, "Never heard of personal space" he growled.

She hissed, "You'd never change, would you?"

"Why are you here?" He ignored her question.

Isn't the time for him and his sister; Angela sensed that.

"It's high time you return home." She answers. 

"No. I'm not ready" he blurted.

Angela sighed, "I know you're divorced Rhys, she called me" 

Rhys made Angela befriend Natalie to have a close watch on her and tell if anything went wrong at the beginning of the whole getting the right woman for him Saga. 

He can't believe he dragged her into it in the first place. 

If anyone had told him that Natalie's feelings towards him was a lie, that isn't his family that had tried to talk him out of it in the first place but due to his bullheadedness or rather he was blinded by love.

Fake and deceitful love. 

"Mum misses you, Please" She reasons.

Rhys remained mute for a while. He has abandoned all this asset for almost two years, he knows there'll be a lot to deal with when he gets back and with the way he's mentally drained, he needs something to take his mind off.

Plus he also had to get revenge on all the people who had mocked, insulted, and treated him badly. He has to show his in-laws who's boss. 

And it's exactly what he'll do. 

"Fine." He blurted a smirk lingering on his lips as thoughts on how he was going to make his in-laws bow down to him crossed his mind.

"Yay!" Angela gloated. "Thank you but first could you escort me to the grand gala I was invited to" she pleads spreading her lips into a toothy grin

"No!"

Her smile dropped to a scowl, "Oh come on. We won't stay long"

He ignores her walking to the car and getting in. 

"Nice to see you again Master" Roderick; Angela's personal driver greets to which he nods in response.

Angela got in and soon they hit the road.

"Please Rhys, I promise plus our flight is by 7 am tomorrow" she pleads for the umpteenth time.

Having had enough of her pleas, "Shh... I'll go, now would you be quiet" he states irritatingly. 

She nods archiving her goal, "Do we need to make a quick stop at the boutique--"

A glare he shot her had her lips sealed. 

He wasn't going to get dressed, it's either he goes like this or doesn't go at all. He doesn't mind, he's been pretending to be a low-life creep as his in-laws referred to him for a while, so he thinks he could handle more than the weird glances he'll be getting at the gala. 

The car soon stops at the event center, paparazzi and news centers doing their jobs. 

Rhys looked through the window growling. 

"C'mon brother, we'll be out before you know it," she says, pushing open the door and slipping out with the help of her chauffeur.

"Angela Mickelson, what brings you here today?"

"Who's this mysterious man you brought here with you today?"

"Is he your new boyfriend?"

"Should we expect a wedding invite soon"

The questions kept coming endlessly as they were assisted into the hall. 

Rhys rubbed on his beard that he had let grow, looking like a homeless ragged man. 

Just as he expected he got the disgusting looks here and there but seemed unfazed as usual. 

"Go on, I'll be at the bar," he says to his sister to which she nods. 

He walked his way there. 

The bartender seemed busy with his work; he didn't notice Rhys sitting there till he turned and took a step back in shock.

He scrutinizes Rhys appearance sparing him a disgusting look.

"Are you lost?" He asked, roaming his stare around. 

"Give me a bottle of Vodka," he says. 

The bartender chuckled, "You've got to be kidding me, you should go, Mister, you're clearly in the wrong place" 

Rhys felt the anger in him bile up. He banged hard on the counter, "Fucking give me the drink" he fires.

The bartender hissed getting to work. He seemed frightened so to avoid any scene from being created, he gave Rhys the drink.