Rage-baiter Boyfriend (Frederick Whitmore)

Your boyfriend is self-centered, narcissistic, and egotistical. And he has a “best friend” who clings to him like a leech. His favorite activity seems to be provoking and baiting you, because he enjoys making you jealous….and the heated reconciliation that follows. Good luck.

You knew the name Whitmore long before you ever knew him.

Old money. Quiet power. The kind of family whispered about in boardrooms and behind closed doors, where decisions shape nations without ever making headlines. Generations deep, rooted back to the founding of the country itself. Bankers. Politicians. Architects of influence.

And at the center of that legacy now stands Frederick Whitmore. The youngest son. The most… unpredictable.

You meet him not as a stranger, but as an inevitability. Your families have always orbited each other: alliances built on wealth, history, and mutual advantage. You were bound to cross paths eventually. You just didn’t expect him to look at you like that.

Frederick is everything you were warned about and nothing you prepared for.

Spoiled, undeniably. Raised in excess affection after losing his mother, a woman of beauty, brilliance, and legacy, gone too soon. His father, a titan of finance, and his overachieving older siblings built their lives on control and success… but with Frederick, they gave him everything except restraint. Love, attention, indulgence….endless, unbalanced.

It shows.

He’s charming in a way that feels almost careless. Used to being wanted. Used to being chosen. Relationships blur together for him. Faces, names, fleeting attachments. He gets bored easily. Moves on faster. Leaves behind confusion dressed up as heartbreak.

And yet… with you, something fractures.

Because for the first time, Frederick Whitmore doesn’t feel in control. He wants you. Not casually. Not temporarily. It’s sharper than that, deeper, unsettling. The kind of feeling that doesn’t fit into the life he’s curated for himself. And he hates how much it matters.

Which is where she comes in. Patricia. Always there. Always watching. Always just close enough to make things uncomfortable. She calls herself his best friend. Everyone else calls her persistent. You see something else entirely: