All Chapters of THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: Marry To Rival's Son : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 12Mia’s thoughts spiraled as the pain sank deeper into her chest. She had been clear last night, blatantly clear. When her father suggested the marriage to Julian Thorn, she hadn’t hesitated to shut it down. She had refused outright, making it impossible for him to misunderstand her stance. But now, just hours later, he had gone ahead and announced it to the world, as if her refusal meant nothing. She had suspected he would do something like this, but she never expected it to be this soon.Her hands trembled as she clutched her phone, her thoughts spiraling further. Did Stefan know? Had he seen the news yet? Her heart raced as the possibilities hit her all at once. If he had read it, what would he think? Would he believe her father, or would he trust her? The uncertainty gnawed at her, her chest tightening as doubt crept in. Would he think she had lied to him, orchestrated this chaos while they had just finalized their agreement?Mia shook her head, trying to push the though

Chapter 14For a moment, they locked eyes. But then, to her utter disbelief, Ethan looked past her. Right through her, like she wasn’t even there. He turned and walked away, his posture calm and indifferent, as though nothing had happened.Mia stood frozen, her mind racing. Did he really not see her, or was he pretending? Before she could dwell on it, she heard his voice calling out to someone, his tone steady. “No, it was nothing. I'm fine." he said, loud enough to carry across the garden.The words jolted her back into motion. Shaking herself out of the daze, Mia rushed to the gardener’s shed, grabbed a ladder, and dragged it toward the perimeter wall. Her hands trembled, her breath shallow as she propped it up and climbed, her every movement fueled by raw desperation. She didn’t stop until she was over the top and landing hard on the pavement outside the estate.Her eyes darted around until they landed on a black Maybach parked down the street, the polished metal gleaming under the

Chapter 16Stefan took a small velvet box, that looks like a ring case, from Mose without a word. His expression was calm and commanding. He walked directly toward Mia, who watched him approach with a furrow in her brow, her expression a mixture of confusion and apprehension."What are you....." She began, but her voice faded as he stopped before her.Stefan gently took her left hand, his fingers brushing against hers with an unexpected tenderness that didn’t match his usually composed demeanor. Her breath caught on her throat by their contact. He slid a ring onto her finger. “This’ll make it all believable,” he said, his voice so smooth, but laced with casual indifference.She looked at her fingers, her chest rose and fell slowly as the stone gleamed on them. It was exactly the way she loved it, this was what she would have chosen for herself if given the opportunity.For a moment, her lips parted slightly, the illusion catching even her off guard. Then, she gave a soft, chuckle an

Chapter 18Samuel Meyer's OfficeThe sunlight was spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Samuel Meyer’s office. His office was cold, sleek, and calculated. The walls were dark, the lines clean, and a scent of aged leather and burnt coffee lingered in the air.Samuel sat behind his desk, scrolling through his phone. A fresh cup of coffee sat untouched next to a thick folder he still hadn't opened.The door opened, revealing Cassandra, Ethan's mom. She walked in with a self-assurance, like she owned the company. Her heels whispered across the floor as she made her way to him, her black coat still on, sunglasses perched on her head like a crown.Without a word, she slid onto his lap, legs crossing easily, her hand brushing the collar of his shirt not caring about their space.“You left home so early,” she said, voice low, eyes flicking to the coffee. “Still thinking about Mia?”Samuel didn’t look at her, his eyes still glued to his phone. “She’s not the one on my mind.”“Mm.” C

Chapter 20Samuel’s eyes were locked on the screen the moment Stefan Sterling walked into view.The son of Jeremiah Sterling, the very man he had spent years outwitting in the corporate world.Of all people...The muscles in his jaw clenched so tightly a vein pulsed visibly beneath his skin. His fingers, long and still, twitched once, like a beast suppressing the urge to strike. For a moment, his entire body froze, coiled in a silent fury that simmered just beneath the surface.She chose him, the son of my rival, just to spite me.A slow exhale passed through his nose. This wasn't just rebellion, it was strategy. A very deliberate attempt to strike where it would wound the deepest. She was playing a game, and she thought she understood the rules.Samuel smiled, not out of joy, it was the kind of smile that made people uneasy. Cold, empty, a calculated one.“She thinks this is war,” he murmured, the words barely audible to Cassandra beside him. “She thinks this will break me. How long