Stolen By His Billionaire Best Friend

While I was dating Spencer, his best friend, Rhys, made it his personal mission to badmouth me.
Beyond beautiful, shes useless.
She calls him to check in even when were just getting drinks. Shell walk all over you, man.
Be a man, Spencer. Dont be a simp, okay?
Goaded by Rhyss constant needling, Spencer coldly dumped me.
Two months later, he regretted it and called late one night, begging to reconcile.
But the person who answered the phone was Rhys.
Bro, the funny thing is, the moment I laid eyes on your girlfriend, I knew you and I were going to be inseparable.
Oh, right. Were getting married next month. Be sure to come.
1
Spencer introduced me to Rhys at some upscale dinner party.
Babe, this is Rhys.
Spencers tone was noticeably reverent when he made the introduction.
I looked over, a little self-conscious.
Rhys sat at the center of the crowd, relaxed, with striking features and an exceptional aura.
He was clearly high society, old money.
Far wealthier than Spencer, who was just a local trust fund kid.
I greeted him politely: Hi, Rhys. Im Sloan.
Rhys didnt nod or reply. He just stared at me.
He held my gaze for two or three seconds.
After a beat, he finally asked Spencer:
Your girlfriend?
Yeah, man.
Oh.
Rhyss expression suddenly turned impatient, and he looked away, not sparing me another glance.
I scratched my head.
Even though Im slow to catch on, I sensed that this elite guy didnt like me.
2
That hunch was quickly confirmed.
Spencer threw a big party for his birthday, inviting several friends, Rhys included.
I was running late because of extra hours at the office.
Just as I reached out to push open the private lounge door, I heard Rhyss voice drift out, lazy and condescending.
Spencer, aside from her looks, that girlfriend of yours is useless. What do you even see in her?
Well, even the rich talk trash behind peoples backs.
I felt a little awkward.
I sheepishly pulled back my hand, silently racking my brain trying to figure out what Id done to offend this sophisticated man.
Inside, Spencer replied:
The face and the body, obviously. Shes got that innocent-but-sexy vibe. Who wouldnt be into that?
You agree, right, man?
Rhys was eerily quiet for a few seconds before speaking again:
So youre going to marry her?
Spencer hesitated:
Ah, I dont know, actually.
How can I put this? Sloan is genuinely beautiful, but shes a little slow, and her parents are just regular peoplefarmers, honestly. I dont want to lose the battle against my brother over my choice of wife.
I knew about Spencers half-brother, who was battling him for control of the family business.
My parents were just simple, working-class people. I couldn't offer him any business leverage.
Rhys made a noise of acknowledgment.
Its true. Its a mismatch. You need to be cautious about mixing bloodlines. Dont lose the war over a fling.
Spencer was touched.
Thanks for the concern, Rhys. Ill toast you first.
Im really moved that you came to my party tonight. Anything you ever need from me, you got it.
A new round of toasts began inside the room, accompanied by everyones fawning praise for Rhys.
I stood outside the door, a knot tightening in my chest.
I felt hurt by Rhyss harsh words about me.
I felt sad about the massive gap between Spencers family and mine.
And I felt disappointed that Spencer wasnt firmly committed to marrying me.
But it was okay. Wed only been dating for two months. We had plenty of time to work things out.
Once the topic inside the room shifted, I composed myself, pushed the door open, and walked in.
When Spencer saw me, he acted as if nothing had happened, constantly piling food onto my plate.
The other guys greeted me out of respect for him.
Only Rhys maintained a cold, irritated expression from the moment I entered, looking like he was in a terrible mood.
Right.
He still really seemed to hate me.
I decided to just stay as far away from him as possible. I made a mental note.
3
After that night, Spencer seemed to have formally latched onto Rhys like a remora.
He was constantly out drinking and hanging out with Rhys and his circle of friends.
Hed come home every day reeking of alcohol and a faint, foreign female perfume.
A cheap one.
Sweet and cloying.
The kind club girls wore.
I dont know what he was hearing out there, but lately, he was subtly finding fault with everything I did.
He said I was a bad drinker, that I was too introverted, and that I constantly checked up on him.
His dissatisfaction with me grew daily.
One night, when Spencer was out drinking late again and hadnt returned, I called him, worried.
Spencer, what time are you planning on coming home tonight?
Men have a strange psychology.
They hate being called home by their girlfriends during a gathering with their friends; they feel it compromises their male pride.
Spencer sounded annoyed, though his tone was barely polite.
Sloan, I havent finished drinking yet. Ill come home after.
Cant you stop now? I miss you and I want you back soon.
Just go to sleep, dont wait up for me.
After Spencer hung up, the man of sophisticated aura next to him suddenly scoffed.
It was Rhys.
Spencer, why does your girlfriend check up on you every time you come out for a drink?
If you marry her, shell run your life.
A group of guys broke out into laughter.
Yeah, if my girl dared to try and manage me, Id dump her and find a new one.
Seriously, are you even a man, Spence?
Spencer was embarrassed that hed lost face. He mumbled:
Ill talk to her later. Im not going to tolerate this habit of hers.
Rhys offered an ambiguous, knowing smile.
4
Spencer didnt come home until the next day.
He had a hangdog, hungover look, and his clothes were wrinkled.
The club-girl perfume smell was heavier, cloyingly strong.
I hesitated before speaking:
Spencer, can you stop going out with those friends of yours? Especially Rhys, I think theres something strange about him.
Spencer tugged at his tie and frowned when he heard that.
He remembered the embarrassing scene last night where his friends had collectively mocked him until he couldnt lift his head.
My request now sent his irritation soaring.
What are you talking about? Hes the only heir to the most powerful family in this citymy familys wealth is a rounding error for him. If I latch onto him, Ill be set for life.
...But I dont like him constantly dragging you out drinking.
Sloan, be sensible. That phone call you made last night nearly made me lose face in front of everyone.
I have been very sensible.
Then be a little more sensible, okay? Stop calling to rush me home. Its annoying.
So, my concern was annoying him.
I stared at him, disappointed, then grabbed my purse and walked past him.
Spencer, if you dont distance yourself from Rhys and those people, then lets just cool off for a few days.
Sloan! Now you dare to give me the cold shoulder?!
Spencer angrily called out a few times, but I didnt look back.
Starting that day, we were in a cold war.
He didnt try to placate me, and I didnt go home, opting to stay at the office instead.
However, an unfamiliar number started sending me frequent photos of Spencer over the next few days.
In the pictures, my boyfriend was intimately embracing different women, his face blurry with intoxication, living the high life.
It was clear he was enjoying himself immensely.
I didnt know who was sending them.
But someone was secretly trying to drive a wedge between Spencer and me.
I have to admit, it was a huge success.
In a fit of anger, I sent Spencer a breakup text.
5
Unexpectedly, Spencer didnt go out that evening. Instead, he cooked an entire table of food, hoping to reconcile.
I was surprised.
During the time we lived together, he wouldnt even pick up a dropped ketchup bottle.
He sincerely apologized.
Babe, I dont want to lose you. Can we please stop fighting?
What about your friends, like Rhys?
I cant completely cut him off. Rhys is genuinely helpful to my business goals. But I will reduce the number of times I go out with them. I wont neglect you anymore.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
This was good enough.
I nodded. We both took a step back, and the cold war ended harmoniously.
Spencer happily went to the kitchen to serve soup, and I just as happily went to the bathroom to wash my hands.
Someone elses mood, however, was far from pleasant.
In a private lounge, Rhys lit a cigarette and called Spencer.
Rhys, whats up?
Spencer, why arent you here drinking?
Spencer sighed.
Rhys, I cant make it tonight. My girlfriend and I had a fight, and I just cooked a meal to smooth things over.
Rhyss tone instantly turned sharp.
Smooth what over?
Be a man. Dont be a simp, okay?
You should spend that time drinking instead. I got you a solid investor for the new project, and hes here tonight. Come talk business first. Dont let a woman distract you from the important stuff.
Spencer hesitated: But
Rhys was cold and cutting.
If you dont come, Ill turn him down. I was going to use this project to help you gain ground on your half-brother, but forget it. Go back to being a whipped dog.
No, no, no, man. Ill be there.
Hurry up.
Rhys hung up the phone, a calculated plume of smoke leaving his lips.
A look of pure calculation flashed in his dark eyes before vanishing.
6
When I came out after washing my hands, I saw Spencer hurriedly putting on his jacket.
I thought we were eating. Where are you going?
I have an emergency meeting. A really important one. I have to go out and drink.
I was dejected.
Cant it wait until tomorrow? We just made up today.
Spencer was impatient:
Sloan, I thought youd be more sensible after the cold war. Why are you even more dramatic now?
He thought:
The guys were right. You cant spoil women. The more you give, the more they demand. I took one step back, and now shes trying to manage my important business meetings.
I didnt want to argue, so I didnt try to stop him again.
Okay. Then please come home early.
Ill try.
Spencer scoffed and walked out.
But by midnight, he still hadnt returned and hadnt texted me.
I was going to go to bed, but then I realized Spencer hadnt taken his keys.
Reluctantly, I called him.
7
In the private lounge.
The deal had mysteriously fallen apart.
Spencer was furious.
The investor, for some reason, kept giving him a hard time, eventually walking out without a deal. Rhys, sitting nearby, hadnt offered a word of support.
Just as Spencer was frustratedly running his hands through his hair and drinking heavily, my call came in.
Spencer, what time are you coming back?
The nagging question instantly triggered the entire nights pent-up anger.
Sloan, are you serious? Why are you so annoying?
I told you I was at a meeting, and youre still bugging me.
Why are you so completely unreasonable now? Youre so whiny and high-maintenance.
I was stunned by the brutal outburst, and instinctively tried to explain.
I just wanted to ask you if you brought the
Just what? Its true youre useless beyond your pretty face. You cant offer me any help at all.
Get lost. Were done. Get out of my apartment tonight. I never want to see you again.
The fact that he could say something that cruel proved there was no reason for us to be together anymore.
I said:
Okay.
After his tirade, Spencer hung up first.
The hangers-on nearby heard enough to know theyd broken up, and they immediately started laughing and praising him.
Wow, Spence, thats the most masculine thing youve done.
Well played. Never give a woman too much power. Checking up on you during a business deal? She should be at home warming the bed.
Dont worry, Spencer, Ill introduce you to some hotter, high-profile influencers.
After a round of fawning, Spencers depressed mood improved significantly.
He thought.
Right.
Sloan was only good-looking.
A loss he could afford.
As he was toasting his friends, Spencer suddenly noticed that someone was missing from the room.
Hey, where did Rhys go?
Someone replied: He just left with his car keys. Said he was going to pick up his girlfriend.
Whose daughter is his girlfriend? Ive never heard him mention her.
Spencer was suspicious.
I dont know.
The group of guys started gossiping, running through a list of eligible women, from the oil barons daughter to the shipping magnates granddaughter. None of them fit.
Thats weird. Who could it be?

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