Todos los capítulos de THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: Marry To Rival's Son : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Chapter 52Elena smiled wickedly, standing up as if to end the charade. “Let me not disrupt your catching up. Bye now, enjoy your time.”She turned, walking toward the hallway, and then, she stopped, widened her eyes dramatically, and gasped.“Oh,” she said with fake surprise, placing a hand on her chest. “When… did you get here? Did you hear anything I said?” Her tone was innocent, but the glint in her eyes said otherwise.Stefan stood slowly, his gaze was cold and piercing. He stared at her like he was looking through her, then brushed past her without a word. His movements were calm, and calculated, but each step was filled with suppressed fury.Elena, called out after him, not letting him go easily.“It was a misunderstanding, you know…” she said, almost sing-song. “Mia and him never actually dated. Though… they almost did.”She gasped and pressed a hand to her mouth like she hadn’t meant to let that slip. “Oops, slip of the tongue.”Her laughter followed her as she walked toward

Chapter 54Stefan walked back to where his friends were waiting for him, didn't apologize or gave a reason. He just took his empty sit and sat back on it, his eyes still darting towards Mia occasionally.Brandon and Jace, his closest buddies since high school, laughed and joked. While the two girls with them, clung a little too closely. One of them, Joyce, had been trying to get his attention all afternoon. She laughed at everything he didn’t say, brushed her hand against his, and leaned into his space whenever she could. But he had acted like he didn't notice.He hadn’t said much since they arrived, he wasn’t even paying attention to the conversation. His mind was miles away, tied to a certain table not too far from his own.It was ironic, because the lunch had been arranged to celebrate his marriage to Mia. A start of new life, yet the only person not celebrating was the groom.They’d wanted a bar, something rowdy and wild to toast his marriage the way they thought a billionaire sh

Chapter 56Midway through the meal, she paused with her knife, the meat was too firm to cut without making a mess, and she didn’t feel like struggling. Stefan noticed.Before she could say anything, he reached across the table, took her plate gently, and began cutting the meat into bite-sized pieces.She blinked.“What are you doing?” she asked, barely above a whisper.He didn’t even glance up. “Feeding my wife.”And just like that, he speared a piece with her fork and brought it to her lips.Mia stared at him, frozen.“Don’t make me look stupid, Mia,” he murmured with that same calm face. “Eat.”So she did.The murmur became intense, they girls were melting. They were all wishing to be fed by Stefan Sterling, but here she was looking daze, trying not to choke.No, something really was wrong somewhere. Was there something he wasn't telling her? Because the Stefan she married didn’t like public attention. He hated extra. But right now, he was the extra.“Eat more,” he said, gently push

Chapter 58The Sterling Mansion stood tall, proud, and impossible to ignore. The heavy iron gates opened slowly as Stefan’s black car drove in, taking them into a world Mia had seen countless times.As the car pulled further in, Mia's gaze swept over the mansion's surroundings, taking in the wide, green lawns and neatly trimmed old trees. To her left, a sparkling blue pool shimmered under the light, with a small, modern building sitting beside it. Not far off, a tall fountain stood quietly, and nearby, what looked like a hidden garage entrance. A strange sense of familiarity crept over her, though she couldn't tell why.The car rolled smoothly into a large, well-lit garage filled with gleaming luxury cars. Stefan parked, stepped out, and came around to her side. He opened the door and offered his hand. She took it, stepped out carefully, and without hesitation, he laced their fingers together.The moment her feet touched the polished ground, a wave of nerves hit her. Her last encounte

Chapter 60The word hung there like a trap, dipped in poison.Heir?A flicker of amusement passed through Stefan’s eyes, but it was gone before it could settle.Of course. Jeremiah still believed everything had a price, that people were pieces he could move around a board. And he'd made a mistake to think he was just another pawn waiting for the right offer. This man right here, still hasn't realize that he Stefan, was no longer someone who could be manipulated or dismissed. Not anymore.He turned, slowly, with cold precision in every movement. When he faced him again, the room shifted with unspoken tension. “Say that again,” Stefan said with a cold low voice. One that sounds like a warning, not a request.Jeremiah straightened, clearing his throat like he was about to bestow a gift. Too blinded by pride to realize Stefan wasn't a prey. “I’ll name you heir,” he said. “The company, the estate, the shares. I'll give you 50 percent of it. But you have to let go of that Mayer girl. She