All Chapters of THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: Marry To Rival's Son : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 2The party was over, but the whispers still lingered in the air like perfume.Mia moved through the thinning crowd with practiced grace, her steps measured, her chin held high. On the surface, she was poised.... her gown still immaculate, her smile still polite.... but inside, she was unraveling, thread by thread.The ballroom, once a stage for her victory, now felt like a trap. A place where her dreams had been paraded in front of her.... only to be crushed in full view of New York’s most watchful eyes.And the painful part was that it was done by someone she had trusted with her life. Her dad.She could hear the whispers. The looks. And their pity. But she didn't need their pity, definitely not their pity. Because their pity came with a prize, one she wasn't ready to pay.No one asked her anything directly. They didn’t have to. Their silence was its own kind of cruelty.“Did you know?” their eyes seemed to ask.“Are you okay?”“Have you been replaced?”"She might not be goo

Chapter 4Mia’s face hardened instantly. “Julian? Which Julian, Father?” His knowing look made her stomach drop.Julian Thorne? The only son of one of her dad’s biggest business friends. A guy she absolutely hated. A spoiled, arrogant jerk with a bad reputation for being wild and a rumored drug problem. He was rude, immature, and everything she thought was beneath her.“Marry Julian?” she repeated, her voice full of disgust. “Are you for real father?”Samuel looked like he was begging. “Mia, please. Be practical. Julian’s father, Robert Thorne, is one of our most important partners. If our families joined together, that partnership would be solid for years. It would give us so much stability and help.”“Stability at the cost of me being miserable?” Mia scoffed. “You can’t be serious. That guy is a disgrace. He’s disrespectful, has no manners, and frankly, Father, everyone knows he’s a mess.”“He’s young, Mia,” Samuel argued, his voice strained. “He’ll settle down once he’s married. An

Chapter 6 Sunlight streamed through strange curtains, pulling Mia from her restless sleep. She stirred, her fingers brushing against the smooth, unfamiliar sheets. It didn’t look anything like the one in her room. Everything around her felt foreign, the quiet, the gold furniture, the cool air. She sat up slowly, her mind foggy, trying to piece it all together.It took a few seconds, but then it hit her like a wave. The party last night. Her father’s voice. His announcement, clear and cold, as if he hadn’t just upended her world in front of everyone. Ethan. The hidden son she’d never met, the new heir to Meyers Industries. The anger in her chest began to rise again, clawing at her throat. Her breathing quickened as more pieces fell into place. His suggestion in the office after the party, the way he had cornered her with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. His plan for her, neatly wrapped up in his condescending tone: “Marry Julian Thorn. Solidify your place, Mia. It’s for the best.

Chapter 8Mia stepped into the living room, the faint click of her heels against the marble floor announcing her arrival. Her gaze swept across the space, cold and assessing, before landing on the woman lounging on the couch. Mia’s eyebrows lifted slightly, but her confidence didn’t waver. This woman was going to be trouble, that, she knew for sure.The woman didn’t belong here. That much was obvious too. Her dad doesn't bring guest home, except it was for business. But this lady was dressed like she had just walked off the set of some over-the-top fashion shoot, her glittering gown clinging to every curve, leaving very little to the imagination. She didn’t flinch under Mia’s scrutiny; instead, she sat like she owned the place, one leg crossed, her fingers lazily tracing the rim of her wine glass.Mia didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Who the hell are you?” she said sharply, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. She didn’t wait for the woman to look up. “And what are you

Chapter 10Stefan nodded, motioning for the man to place the case on the desk. Mr. Daniel, one of the finest jewelers in New York, carefully opened it, revealing rows of engagement rings, each one more dazzling than the last.Stefan stared at the rings, his expression unreadable. He picked one up, turning it over in his hand. It was delicate, almost timid. Setting it back down, he reached for another, then another, frustration building. None of them felt right. None of them suited 'her'.“Mose,” he said, his tone sharp but quiet, “why isn’t there anything worth buying here?”Mose didn’t respond immediately. He knew Stefan well enough to let him think. Stefan scanned the tray again, his jaw tightening slightly, until his gaze landed on one ring. It was bold, unapologetically striking, and elegant in a way that demanded attention. He reached for it slowly, turning it over in his hand. This one felt different. This one reminded him of her,confident, daring, unyielding.“This one,” Stefan