THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: Marry To Rival's Son novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125

Earlier that day, on the highway.

Elena was talking about Stefan’s newfound romantic side, her voice light and happy as they drove back from their vacation. She was more relaxed than Mose had seen her in months, and it made something warm settle in

his chest.

“I still can’t believe he threatened to fire you if you didn’t take me on vacation,” Elena said, adjusting the radio volume.

Mose let out a quiet snort, his eyes automatically scanning the road ahead. Three days away from the constant vigilance had been good for both of them, but old habits never truly died.

“Love does that to people,” Elena continued, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “Makes them realize what’s actually important.”

Her touch was warm, familiar. Mose allowed himself a small smile as he squeezed back. She was right, Stefan had changed, and maybe he had too. For three whole days, there had been no security checks, no endless watching, no phones ringing with emergencies.

“We should do this more often,” Elena said, settling back into her seat. “Just the two of us. No work, no constant interruptions.”

“Mm,” Mose agreed, but something in his rearview mirror caught his attention.

A black sedan had been following them for the last few minutes, maintaining the same steady distance. In his line of work, patterns meant danger.

Elena was still talking about how happy Mia looked these days, but Mose’s focus had shifted entirely. He tested his theory, pressing the accelerator slightly. The sedan matched his speed exactly.

“Elena,” he said quietly, his voice carrying that warning tone she’d learned to recognize.

She stopped talking immediately, her body tensing. “What is it?”

“We’re being followed.”

Elena didn’t turn around, she’d learned enough from being around Mose to know better. Instead, she used the side mirror, catching a glimpse of the black sedan behind them.

“What do we do?” she asked, her voice steady despite the fear creeping in.

Mose didn’t answer immediately. His mind was already working through options, calculating distances, assessing threats. The highway ahead was mostly empty, trees on both sides. Not ideal for evasive maneuvers.

He pressed the accelerator harder, watching the speedometer climb. The sedan kept pace effortlessly.

“Call Stefan,” Mose said, his voice calm but urgent. “Tell him our location.”

Elena reached for her phone, but before she could dial, the sedan suddenly accelerated, pulling up alongside them. Through the tinted windows, she could see the driver’s silhouette.

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“Mose,” she whispered.

He was already reacting, jerking the steering wheel left as the sedan swerved toward them. Their car veered toward the center divider, tires screaming against the asphalt.

The sedan dropped back, then rammed into their rear bumper. The impact sent their car lurching forward, and Mose fought to maintain control with the skill of someone who’d done defensive driving training countless

times.

But then the second car appeared.

This one came from ahead, driving straight toward them in their lane. Elena’s breath caught in her throat as she saw it approaching, headlights blazing even in the daylight.

Mose’s training kicked in. He had milliseconds to assess the situation: car behind blocking retreat, car ahead closing fast, concrete barrier to the left, trees to the right. He made the only choice that might give them a chance.

He yanked the steering wheel hard to the right.

Their car flew off the road, tires leaving the pavement completely. Elena felt weightless for a moment, suspended in time, watching the trees rush toward them.

The impact was devastating. Their car slammed into a large oak tree, the front crumpling like paper. The airbags deployed with explosive force, but the momentum carried them forward.

Mose felt the steering wheel crush against his ribs, felt something snap in his chest. Beside him, Elena’s head snapped forward despite the airbag. The world became chaos, twisted metal, shattered glass, and the acrid smell of smoke.

Then silence.

Through his fading consciousness, Mose heard footsteps approaching. Someone was walking toward them, taking their time. Even through his blurred vision, he could see the figure standing there, observing his work.

The man pulled out his phone, took a picture, then walked back to his car.

Mose tried to move, tried to reach for Elena, but his body wouldn’t respond. As darkness closed in, his last coherent thought was a name: Stefan. But the words never came.

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When Mia and Stefan arrived at the hospital, the doctor delivered his report with professionalism. Both Elena and Mose were in critical condition.

Stefan’s voice was ice-cold steel. “I don’t care what it costs. Get the best doctors. Do whatever surgeries are necessary. Nothing happens to them.”

Hours passed like decades. Finally, the doctors emerged with cautiously optimistic news, both patients were out of immediate danger. They just needed time to heal. Days, maybe weeks. Everyone responded differently.

They visited Elena first. Mia broke down in tears when she saw her friend lying unconscious, wrapped in bandages around her head and legs. Stefan had to console her, holding her as she shook.

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“This is my fault,” Mia whispered through her tears. “I started this, but Elena and Mose are paying for what they didn’t do.”

“Shhh. Don’t say that. It’s not your fault.” Stefan said to her.

Mose’s room was their next stop. He lay there unconscious, bandages covering his head, legs, and hands. His injuries were worse.

Stefan stood with clenched fists. He’d warned them not to harm Mia, but that didn’t mean they could harm Elena and Mose instead. They were all important to him. And seeing Mia cry over Elena, who was like a sister to her, broke his heart.

“I’ll be back,” he told Mia, and walked away.

He went straight to Jeremiah’s office.

As he walked through the building, everyone moved out of his way. The look on his face was warning enough. He’d already made up his mind to end anyone who tried to stop him from seeing Jeremiah.

Jeremiah Sterling was at his desk when Stefan entered. His surprise was evident.

“Didn’t I warn you not to hurt anyone I care about?” Stefan said, walking toward him with dangerous intent.

Jeremiah backed away in fear. For once, he was genuinely scared of Stefan. “What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything to anyone connected to you.”

Stefan paused, eyebrow raised. “What happened to Mose?”

Jeremiah looked up, surprised. “Mose? I didn’t do anything to Mose. You think I don’t have more important things to do? The DSS has their eyes on me, thanks to someone.”

Stefan studied him carefully. He was telling the truth.

“Just pray Annabelle has nothing to do with this,” Stefan said.

“I promise she doesn’t. She’s in jail, remember? She wouldn’t try anything.”

Stefan didn’t wait for more explanations.

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