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
He clad himself in a sweatpants and hoodie taking one of his spotless watches that were arrayed at their respective positive. He was to have dinner with the family, if it was up to him, he'd rather stay locked up at his penthouse dwelling into his sorrows but he knew better than to go against his mother's invite, especially since it's family dinner, something he hasn't shared with them for a while. Rhys stared at himself in the mirror, the reflection of a different version of him that he never thought would come to life.He rubbed on his unkept jawline, scratching on his itchy beard. Natalie has not only ripped his heart and soul but has transformed Rhys into the worst version of himself. If only he had known right from the start. As observant as Rhys is, he wasn't dumb to be deceived so easily yet Natalie had proven him to be wrong. Sparing himself a last-second glance, he lifts the hood of his hoodie covering up before picking a random car key from the stack. He walked out of
After dinner, Claus, Rhys's father, invited him into his study room to discuss. Their usual conversation hadn't been taking place for a while now, and he thought they needed to catch up.Rhys has a feeling it has everything to do with the mission Natalie told him about. His mental state is not in for missions now; what he has in mind is nothing but vengeance on how to get back at the people who have caused him everything, mostly the goodness in him."Come in, son," Claus ushers as they walk in, closing the door behind them.Rhys took a seat on one of the seats.The room suddenly fell into silence as Claus walked behind the office table, pulling a drawer and bringing some files.He returned to the center of the room, where the seaters were taking a seat adjacent to Rhys. Claus placed the papers on the center table, pushing them toward Rhys.Rhys's brows drew together as he moved forward, reaching out for them."These are all the details you need to know for the upcoming mission." Claus
"Think about it, son," Mum says, placing a kiss on his left cheek.He nodded, his deep frown still etched on his face. "I will," he mumbled in response."Oh, and please do something about your looks." She suggests not liking how unpresentable he looks.He fought a chuckle. "That won't be necessary now, will it?"Judging by the circumstances at hand, Rhys is still trying to make sense of the mission and put the two together with his plans in hand.She laughs, "So I'll take that as yes, then? You are willing to do this?"He shrugs, "Maybe.""I believe in you, son. I know how overwhelming it is for you. Having to relive the life that had almost cost you everything," Mom says in concern.He hummed, unsure of how to respond to her."I know how badly you want your revenge, but you need to act smarter than you already are. You're the toughest amongst your brothers, Rhys," she breathes out. "You've always been the obstinate, nonchalant one, right from when you were kids. Sometimes I had worri
"No offense, man, but you should consider freshening up; I mean, get rid of the" Oliver trails off, shushing by the glare Rhys sent his way.He holds his hands up in defeat and says, "Chill! It was only a suggestion, but clearly, you're"Rhys narrowed his stare at Oliver. "One more word," he dared, his tune oozing with dominance.Oliver chuckled, getting up from the couch and walking towards where Lex sat, engrossed in the MacBook ahead of him."Alright. Roderigo's shipping company has shares in four companies that supply a lot more of their assets," Lex begins explaining, taking a pause from the laptop.Rhys lifts his stare from the papers that contain the profiles of the people he'll be working with, interested in what Lex has to say."What would you like me to do? Tamper with their mutual business relationship."Rhys cursed him off, shaking his head, "No. At least not yet. Dad has me promise him that I won't do anything just yet."Lex nods. "So what now?""I want you to have record
Angela's fingers grazing on the computer ahead of her paused at the sound of her phone ringing. She drew her stare to the phone surprised as she read the caller ID.Natalie? The last time they spoke was since she informed her about her engagement with Alec. Why was she suddenly reaching out?She blinks her senses back to reality, sliding the answer button, and Angela places the phone on her left ear."Hey!"Angela hears Natasha sighing with ease: "Thank goodness, I've been trying to reach out to you for days but never really got the chance to.""Why?" Angela's questions were piqued.Angela would be lying if she said she didn't despise every one of them for what they did to her brother. They may not have noticed it—heck, who was she kidding?—Rhys was more like a piece of trash to them than an in-law.Angela is aware of how her brother is holding up, and if not for the mission their dad is sending him on, they'd have been in deep shit as they speak; she would have wanted that as well.A
Rhys stood in front of the tall building of FreemanCorp, scrutinizing it for a second before heaving out a breath and proceeding to walk in.He adjusted his glasses with his head hung low, avoiding the weird glances he got here and there, probably from his mood of dressing; it didn't suit the professional demeanor that was meant to be portrayed.He further made his way to the VIP elevator, clicking on the buttons and impatiently waiting for the doors to slide open.Rhys walked in as they did, his stare sighting a guard pacing towards him."Excuse me." Before the guard could conclude his statement, the doors to the elevator had already clicked close, a smirk lifting on Rhys's lips."Rhys, are you there?"He puffed out a hiss, adjusting the nano-ear plug he wore that wasn't visible enough to be seen."What now, Lex?" He question. "I've run through the company's security system, and I now have access to every one of them," he informs Rhys as he hears the clicking of the keys on the boar
Rhys watched as Ethan walked out of Ashley's office, sending him a glare. The once-filled confidence Ethan exuded was nowhere to be found. It got Rhys wondering what must have happened in there.Did she say something to him? Was she intimidating?Ashley has a hard time standing out from her siblings. Alec and Hannah are known for their confidence and strong personalities; you could say she's overshadowed by them."Mr Mickelson" His name being called out by the secretary cuts him out of his train of thought.She sent him a glare, her nose scrunching with disgust. "Ms. Freeman would see you now."Rhys nods and fights back the urge to hiss. Working with a secretary would only add more to his problems; he can't have another person irritating him."Lex," he murmured as she led him to Ashely's office."Yes? What's up?""Get her fired.""Who? The secretary?" He chuckled. Rhys ignores knowing Lex is well aware of who he means yet wants, getting on his nerves."Right. On it" After a short wh