THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: Marry To Rival's Son novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

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Mia’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 thoughts away, but they persisted. Stefan always composed, but what would he make of this mess? She knew she needed to tell him, to confront this head-on before the narrative twisted further.

She needed to tell him what had happened, to explain her father’s announcement before it spiraled further out of control. But as she scrolled through her contacts, her heart sank.

She didn’t have his number.

Her pulse quickened, frustration building. How had she let this happen? They had signed the marriage contract just this morning. Yet, they hadn’t exchanged something as simple as phone numbers. Now, she had no direct way to reach him.

Her gaze flicked to the box of her mother’s belongings again, grounding her as the ache in her chest sharpened. She needed to leave her, that way she can have her revenge.

Straightening her back, Mia inhaled deeply, forcing herself to focus. She might not have Stefan’s number now, but there were other ways to fix this. She started arranging the remaining stuffs into the box.

Mia’s hands trembled as she loaded the last of her mother’s belongings into the box. The sound of her father’s voice drifted from the living room, sharp and unmistakable. Her chest tightened, anger bubbling beneath the surface. She stood abruptly, her movements purposeful as she strode toward the source of the voice.

When she entered the living room, the sight before her made her stomach churn. Her father was there, locked in a shameless kiss with his mistress. Mia’s disgust was evident, her lips curling as she stared at them. She didn’t bother hiding her disdain.

The woman pulled back, her smirk widening as she noticed Mia standing there. “Oh, Mia,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Are you done packing your things out of my new room?”

Mia’s nails dug into her palms, the insult stinging more than it should have. She leveled a cold glare at the woman, refusing to rise to her bait. “Father, we need to talk,” she said, her voice firm as she turned her attention to him, willing her focus to stay on the real reason she was there.

Her father finally looked at her, his expression calm, almost bored, as if she were an interruption to his day. “

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IT HAS BEEN FINALIZED YOULL MARRY JULIAN

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Mia, don’t disrespect her,” he said lightly. “She’ll be your stepmom soon.”

The words hit her like a slap, but she didn’t flinch. Instead, she drew herself up taller, her voice sharp and unyielding. “I only have one mother, and I don’t need another.”

“Late,” the woman corrected with a smug tilt of her head, her words slicing through the air.

Mia’s glare snapped back to her, her composure beginning to crack. “What did you just say?” she demanded, her voice low and trembling with anger. “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Looking at Ethan’s age, I’m sure you had him when my mother was still alive. And what does that make you?”

Her father’s expression darkened instantly, his voice cutting through the tension like a whip. “Mia, shut your mouth before I do something I’ll regret.”

Mia stared at him for a long, tense moment, her chest rising and falling as she fought to keep her emotions in check. She didn’t come here to trade barbs or dig up old wounds. Taking a deep breath, she said, “What was that about, Father?” Her voice was calmer now, though the edge hadn’t left it.

He raised an eyebrow, understanding what she meant. Leaning back as if her question didn’t concern him in the slightest. “I take it you’ve seen the news,” he said nonchalantly. “It’s been finalized. You’re marrying Julian Thorn.”

The words slammed into her like a freight train, but she refused to let him see how much they rattled her. Clenching her fists tighter, she stepped forward, her eyes locked onto him. “You’re lying,” she said, her voice shaking with suppressed fury. “I would never marry Julian Thorn.”

Her father’s expression didn’t waver. “It’s what’s best for business,” he said plainly, as if her life and choices were merely pieces on his chessboard. “You don’t have a say in this, Mia.”

“I’ll marry who I choose,” she shot back, her voice cracking but defiant. “And there’s nothing you or anyone else can do about it.” She didn’t wait for his response. Turning on her heel, she strode toward the staircase, her steps heavy with anger.

Her father’s voice followed her, cold and final. “Don’t think you can run from this. You’ll see sense soon enough.”

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