THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: Marry To Rival's Son novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191

The family sat in silence, Elizabeth’s words echoing in their minds. Mia looked at Stefan, her hand tight in his, her thoughts on the future, on their baby, on the truth they’d just uncovered.

Ethan stared at the fire, his jaw set, thinking of his both parents. Elena paced, her mind already plotting, determined to dig into Jeremiah’s past. Sienna watched them all, her tea cold, her thoughts on her father, on what he might do next.

Elizabeth picked up her knitting again, her needles clicking, but her eyes were distant, carrying the weight of a story she’d kept for too long.

The past wasn’t gone, not for any of them, and the shadows of Jeremiah and Samuel’s rivalry stretched longer than they’d ever imagined.

Mia placed both hands on her belly and felt the baby kick. Whatever happened next she would protect her child from the sins of their grandfathers. This cycle of revenge and hatred would end with her generation.

But even as she made that promise to herself she couldn't shake the feeling that the worst was yet to come.

Stefan seemed to read her thoughts, he put his arm around her and pulled her close.

"We'll get through this," he whispered. "Whatever happens we'll face it together."

Mia nodded and tried to believe him but after hearing all these, she couldn't help but feel scared.

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Back at the detention center, Samuel leaned forward, his voice low, almost a growl. “You think you’ve won, Jeremiah, but I still have cards to play, things I know about you, about what you did back then,” he said, his eyes locked on his old friend’s, searching for a crack in that calm facade.

Jeremiah’s smile didn’t waver, but his eyes hardened. “You’re in a cage, Samuel, no one’s listening to you anymore, not your kids, not the papers, no one,” he said, his voice smooth, taunting. “But go ahead, tell me, what do you think you know?”

Samuel’s fingers curled into fists, his mind racing through memories of their past, the deals, the lies, the moment everything broke.

He thought of the evidence he’d hidden, the records of Jeremiah’s early deals, the ones no one else knew about.

“I know enough to make you sweat,” he said, his voice steady, “and I’m not the only one who knows, not anymore.”

Jeremiah’s laugh was soft, but his fingers twitched, a sign Samuel didn’t miss. “You’re grasping, old friend, but I’ll humor you,” he said, standing, his coat brushing the chair.

“Enjoy your cell old friend, it’s where you belong.”

He pushed back his chair and stood, that same smug smile fixed on his lips. He leaned toward the glass, phone still in his hand.

"I told you before, Samuel," he said, voice smooth and sharp. "I won. I won you years ago, and I won you now. I always win."

Samuel leaned forward, his gaze locked, his voice steady. "You think this is winning? You'll see soon enough."

For the first time, Jeremiah's smile flickered, but he said nothing. He dropped the phone back on the hook and strode toward the door, coat swinging neatly at his side.

As Jeremiah walked out, the guard closing the door behind him, Samuel sat back, his mind working, planning.

He wasn’t done, not yet, and Jeremiah’s visit only confirmed it, there was more to this game, and he intended to play it.

He wasn't the only one that'll fall, but he should let Jeremiah think otherwise.

But soon, very soon, he'd be here with him.

The guard buzzed the door open. Jeremiah stepped into the hallway, adjusting his cufflinks, but before he could take another step, three men in dark suits appeared, badges flashing.

"Jeremiah Sterling," the lead officer said firmly. "You're under arrest for fraud, embezzlement, and falsifying contracts. You'll come with us."

Jeremiah froze, his mouth parting in shock. "What, no. No, this is a mistake."

The officers didn't waver. Cold steel clicked as the handcuffs locked around his wrists.

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