THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: Marry To Rival's Son novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182 

“Stop,” Mia whispered, but the word came out broken, barely audible above the sound of her own heartbeat thundering in her ears. 

The man’s grin widened, feeding off her pain like a parasite “Your father strangled her with his bare hands. Did you know that? Right there in their bedroom, the same room where you were conceived.” 

Mia’s hands pressed harder against her ears, but she couldn’t block out his voice. It cut through her defenses like a blade, each word carving deeper into her soul. 

“She fought him,” he continued, circling her like a predator. “Scratched his face so bad he had to wear makeup for weeks. But Samuel Meyer always gets what he wants, doesn’t he?” 

“You’re lying,” Mia managed to say, though her voice shook with uncertainty. “My mother died in a car accident. I was there. I saw…..” 

“You saw what he wanted you to see.” The man crouched down in front of her chair, his face inches from hers. “A staged accident. Very convincing, I’ll give him that. Even had the police fooled.” 

Mia’s mind reeled, trying to process what she was hearing. Images flashed through her memory, her father’s strange behavior after her mother’s death, how he’d recovered so quickly, how he’d never really grieved the way she had. 

“The brake lines,” the man continued conversationally, like he was discussing simple. 

“Cut just enough to fail on that sharp turn on Canyen Road. Your dear daddy followed behind in his car, watched the whole thing happen. Made sure she was really dead before he called for help.” 

“No,” Mia said again, but even as the word left her lips, pieces started clicking into place. Her father’s insistence on handling all the funeral arrangements alone. His refusal to let her see her mother’s body. 

“She was going to take you away from him, make you the heir of her company” the kidnapper said, his voice dropping to a whisper that somehow felt more menacing than his earlier taunts. 

“File for divorce, get custody. She had evidence of his affairs, his business dealings. Samuel couldn’t let that happen.” 

Mia felt something crack inside her chest. Not her heart, that had been breaking slowly for months. This was something deeper, more fundamental. The last thread of the life she thought she’d known. 

“So he killed her and made it look like an accident. Played the grieving widower so convincingly that even you believed it.” 

The man straightened up, clearly pleased with the devastation on her face. “How does it feel, knowing your whole life has been built on a lie?” 

For a moment, Mia couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. The world around her seemed to tilt and blur at the edges. But then, through the crushing weight of grief and betrayal she felt something else rising up inside her. Rage. 

Pure, white-hot fury that burned away the tears and the shock and the overwhelming urge to curl up in a ball and die. 

Her father had killed her mother. Had stolen twenty years of her life, twenty years of believing her mother’s death was a tragic accident instead of cold-blooded murder. 

“You want to know how it feels?” Mia said, and her voice was steady again. Dangerously calm. She looked up at the kidnapper with eyes that no longer held fear or sadness but something much more frightening. 

The man took an involuntary step back. 

“It feels like I have nothing left to lose,” Mia continued, rising from the chair with fluid grace. “Do you know what that makes me?” 

She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she reached into her bag with movements so casual, so non-threatening, that the kidnapper didn’t realize what was happening until it was too late. 

He probably thought she wanted to hand over the file because she looked so broken, completely and utterly broken. 

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