THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: Marry To Rival's Son novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188

Two weeks later.

The detention center smelled like bleach and concrete. Samuel Meyer sat on his narrow cot, staring at the wall across from his cell.

Fourteen days had passed since the verdict and nobody had come to see him.

Not Mia, not Ethan, not even his lawyers. He'd expected at least one of them would show up but the silence stretched on like everything else in this place.

When footsteps echoed down the hallway, Samuel looked up. A guard stopped outside his cell and jangled his keys.

"Meyer. You got a visitor."

He stood slowly and smoothed down his orange jumpsuit. Finally. It had to be one of the kids. Maybe Ethan felt guilty about testifying against him or maybe Mia wanted closure.

He followed the guard down the corridor toward the visiting room, his steps measured and calm.

The visiting room had plastic chairs on both sides of a thick glass partition with phones mounted on the walls. Samuel walked through the door and stopped cold.

It wasn't one of his children sitting there.

Jeremiah Sterling waited behind the glass, his expensive coat perfectly tailored and his hands folded on the table.

That slow smile Samuel remembered from outside the courthouse spread across his face.

"Hello Samuel."

Samuel's jaw tightened but he moved forward and sat down. He picked up the phone on his side of the glass.

"What do you want Jeremiah?"

"I wanted to see how you were adjusting to your new accommodations." Jeremiah's voice was smooth through the phone. "Orange suits you."

"Cut the games. Why are you here Jerry?"

Jeremiah leaned back in his chair and his smile widened. "I really missed you calling me that, old friend."

"How have you been, Samuel?” he raised his making his smirk visible.

Samuel didn’t answer right away, his gaze steady, taking in Jeremiah’s relaxed posture, the way his fingers tapped lightly on the table.

“What do you want?” he asked again, his tone flat, though inside he felt a spark of anger.

Jeremiah leaned back, his smile widening just a fraction. “Can’t an old friend visit? We haven’t talked in years, not properly, not since everything changed.”

Samuel’s hands rested on his lap, but his fingers twitched, wanting to curl into fists.

He knew Jeremiah’s games, had played them himself, when they were young and the world seemed theirs to shape.

“We both know you didn’t come to catch up,” Samuel said, his voice low, “so say what you came to say.”

Jeremiah chuckled, a soft sound that didn’t reach his eyes. “Always straight to the point, even now, locked away, no empire left to run.”

He paused, tilting his head, studying Samuel like a puzzle he’d already solved. “I came to see how it feels, knowing you lost everything, knowing I was there when the gavel fell.”

Samuel’s chest tightened, but he kept his face still, refusing to give Jeremiah the reaction he wanted.

But Jeremiah’s smile, that knowing look, stirred something deeper, a memory of their old rivalry, of promises broken and trust shattered.

“You think you won?” Samuel said, leaning forward slightly, his voice steady but cold. “You think this cell means you’re better than me?”

Jeremiah’s smile didn’t falter, but his eyes narrowed. “I don’t need to be better, Samuel, I just needed to be smarter, and I was, always was.”

The guard by the door shifted, his boots scuffing the floor, but neither man looked away.

Samuel felt the weight of years between them, the deals they’d made, the betrayals they’d traded.

“You’re not here to gloat, Jeremiah, you’re here because you’re scared, scared I still know things you don’t want out.”

Jeremiah’s laugh was louder this time, sharp enough to echo in the small room. “Scared? Of you? You’re nothing now, Samuel, just a name in a file, a story for the papers.”

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