THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: Marry To Rival's Son novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Samuel Meyer’s Office

The 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.” Cassandra tilted her head. “but why would she leave without your consent?”

He didn’t respond, but his eyes became dark, as his right hand holding his phone became tighter.

She smirked, leaning in just enough to see the tension in his jaw. “You didn’t track her?”

“I didn’t need to,” he said flatly.

“You’re not worried?”

Samuel finally looked at her, gaze sharp. “She doesn’t have the guts to walk away, she knows what she’s risking. And she wouldn’t want to risk it”

Cassandra’s smile returned, slow and knowing. “Because she still wants to be heir.” He didn’t deny it, he knew she’d always wanted to rule his empire. She was his daughter, he knew she just needed time, in no time she’d be married to Julian Thorn.

She let the silence sit between them, her fingers drumming lightly on his chest. Outwardly, she was calm and playful. But inside, her thoughts turned.

Over her dead body would she let Mia take what rightfully belongs to her son, not after all the years she’s had to be quiet and act obedient.

Samuel didn’t notice the shift in her expression, or maybe he did and didn’t care.

“How about you go shop for the wedding dress, you know you’d be the mother of the day” he said while looking at her lustfully “but first, why don’t we continue from where we stopped last night baby”

“That’s a nice idea my lo….” She couldn’t finish her words.

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Sunlight poured through the tinted windows, warming Mia’s face, but her hands remained cold in her lap.

Elena sat beside her, practically vibrating with energy. She clutched her phone like it held the answers to everything.

“When did you even plan a whole press conference?” she finally asked, twisting in her seat to face Mia.

Mia pulled in a slow breath, her voice steady but quiet. “I didn’t. Mose handled it…….under Stefan instructions.”

Elena’s mouth dropped open for a second before she squealed, covering her face with one hand. “Elena let out a squeal, grabbing her phone again. “Oh my God, Mia, you have no idea! T*****r is on fire, everyone’s talking, The theories are running wild. About the photo, the post, the silence. And then the fact that it’s the same background, the same hand, at the same time. It’s like the internet is holding its breath!.”

Mia gave a small smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

Elena’s grin faded a little. She leaned back but kept her eyes on Mia. “Did your dad call?” Mia shook her head.

“Wow.” Elena let out a soft, bitter laugh. “He probably thinks you’re still sulking in some hotel. I bet that man would stake his kidney on you crawling back. Hell, he’s probably somewhere smirking to himself, convinced you’ll beg him to take you back.”

Mia looked down at her hands. “I’m not surprise, he’d always assume I was weak.”

Elena frowned. “Well, he’s about to be proven wrong.”

Mia didn’t answer, but her heart stirred.

All her life, she’d tried to match his pace, his expectations. He had never once trusted her judgment, never handed her the reins unless it served his purpose. Not even when she’d begged for a seat at the table she’d spent her life earning.

The first time he let her sign a contract, she was barely eighteen. He’d tossed a thick folder on her desk and said, “You’re signing this in five days. Learn it.” No guidance whatsoever, no briefing. She remembered staying up night after night, poring over the document until her eyes blurred. She hadn’t wanted to mess it up, not even because of the deal, but for the one thing she’d always wanted from him. A nod of approval, or anything close to belief.

But when she finally signed it, he didn’t smile. Didn’t say “Well done.” Just, “Now, you’re ready to stand beside me.” That was the only praise she’d ever gotten.

From that point on, she became his silent weapon. She closed deals he didn’t want to touch, won over clients he asked her too. Not once did he acknowledge her value, not as a daughter, not even as a professional. She was a tool, a means to an end, just because of her gender.

But she wasn’t that girl anymore. He thought she would come back, broken and apologetic. Let him think it, let him smile in his corner office and gloat.

Because this time, she wasn’t crawling back, she was done begging. Now, she’s rebuilding, going for every good thing she deserves. And the world was about to see what Samuel Meyer’s daughter could really do, without him.

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“Mia?”

She blinked and turned to Elena.

Elena gave her a warm smile. “I’m glad you’re doing this. I know you don’t owe anyone anything, but still. It’s time the world sees what you’re capable of, You don’t have to hide anymore.”

Mia swallowed the knot in her throat. “Yeah. It’s time.”

As the car pulled up to the curb, cameras already flashing in the distance, Mia squared her shoulders.

Let the world watch, let her father watch, that’s if he’s aware of this, because this is only the beginning

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