THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: Marry To Rival's Son novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32

As Mose stood frozen, eyes still on the trail of dust left by the black Ferrari, his fists clenched by his side, a sharp

screech echoed in front of him.

A sleek black car halted just inches away, the passenger door flung open before he could even process what was happening.

He turned quickly, instinctively defensive, only to find the last person he expected. Ethan was behind the wheel, his expression unreadable but urgent.

Mose’s eyes narrowed. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I know you don’t trust me,” Ethan said flatly, not wasting time on pleasantries. “But right now isn’t the time for that. We can catch up to them, that’s if we leave immediately.” There was a pause, no longer than a breath.

Mose didn’t ask questions, his gut was screaming louder than logic. He got in without another word, slamming the door shut. Ethan shifted the car into gear, tires squealing as they peeled out of the driveway and vanished into the dark night.

“Do you think we can catch up with them?” Ethan asked after few minutes chasing after them, one hand tight on the steering wheel, the other wiping sweat off his brow.

Mose’s voice was low, controlled. “This is a Bugatti Chiron Supersport. Of course we can.”

Ethan blinked, he hadn’t even known that detail about his own car. His father had gifted it to him when he’d been named heir, and he barely paid attention beyond the keys being dropped in his palm. But somehow, Mose knew. He didn’t ask how.

He glanced over, watching as Mose’s fingers danced over his phone screen, fast, efficient, probably calling for backup.

A second later, Mose dropped the phone into the cup holder and snapped “Pull over, we’re switching seats.”

Ethan didn’t hesitate, the intensity in Mose’s voice didn’t allow for questions. He stopped the car, jumped out, and sprinted to the other side.

Seconds later, the engine roared to life under Mose’s grip. He pushed the gear all the way, and the car shot forward with brutal speed.

Ethan’s stomach flipped. He could feel his entire chest lift and drop as the car surged forward, his heart wasn’t just racing, it was trying to climb up into his throat. “You’re going to kill us!”

But Mose didn’t answer. His eyes were locked ahead, he was maneuvering around other cars, his movements precise, dangerous and unrelenting.

And they were gaining, in moments, the Ferrari was just ahead.

“How do you even know she’d be taken? Speak. Now,” Mose said, voice laced with authority and heat.

Ethan stammered slightly. “I…I saw her run out……..

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“And you followed her?” Mose snapped, cutting him off with a deadly glare before focusing back on the road. Ethan almost flinched in his seat, raising both hands defensively.

“I just wanted to help,” Ethan said quickly. “In case she needed my assistance.”

“She’ll never need your help,” Mose said coldly, eyes locked back on the road, jaw set like stone.

“Chill, big man. Let me finish, yeah?” Ethan asked, slightly defensive, but a nervous edge still in his voice.

Mose said nothing, but the silence was tense.

Ethan continued quickly. “I followed her from a distance. I saw the men grab her. One of them covered her nose. She struggled… then they dragged her to the car…..” The words barely left his mouth before the car screeched violently to a stop.

Ethan’s entire body jolted forward, saved only by the seatbelt. He blinked rapidly, trying to process what just happened, until he looked up and realized they had already overtaken the kidnappers.

“When?” he breathed out. “How….?”

Three men stepped out, weapons tucked but fists clenched.

Mose emerged from the Bugatti like a storm, there was a fury in his stride that made the air feel heavier.

His eyes were wild, fists already clenched, chest heaving. His blood boiled beneath his skin, a dull roar in his ears. They touched her, they dared touch her. They would pay.

The men with the Ferrari were already stepping out, bracing for a fight. But they didn’t know who they were up against.

Mose wasn’t a man, he was war in human form. A product of years in underground fighting rings, scars layered over scars. He had been undefeated for years. That was before Stefan found him, half-dead, bleeding into the dirt. The only man who’d ever beaten him in a match, was Stefan. And it happened just once, and never again.

Now? These men wouldn’t just lose, they wouldn’t walk away. He’d make sure of that.

Back in the hall, Mia gaze swept the room, something felt… off.

“Elena,” she said suddenly. “Where’s Elena?”

Stefan paused, glancing in the direction Mia was looking.

“She’s with Mose,” he replied quickly, calm and unreadable.

A smile tugged at her lips, eyes lighting up. “Ohhh,” she said, drawing the sound with soft amusement, assuming they’d snuck away together.

Stefan didn’t correct her, because he felt it was best not to do so. Mose had messaged him only minutes ago.

“Elena’s been kidnapped. I’m on their trail.”

The words had hit him like a cold slap, because he knew she was paying for a crime she had no part in. But he

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was good at many things, masking emotion was at the top of the list. He wouldn’t tell Mia, not now. If she found out, she’d panic. And if she panicked, Meyer and Sterling would sense it too, and one of them, maybe both, was behind this. He just didn’t know who.

Until then, he had to play blind, he trusted Mose with his life. If Mose said he was handling it… then he really was. He knew Mose had already called for backup, so there really was no need to panic.

“Check the car. Now!” Mose barked, eyes locked on the three men stepping out from the vehicle ahead. Ethan didn’t hesitate. He ran towards the black Ferrari, heart pounding in his chest.

The doors were locked, but he spotted the rear one slightly ajar, hastily closed in their panic. He yanked it open, and there she was. Elena lay slumped in the narrow back seat, her body curled awkwardly, a red mark blooming on her temple where she must have hit her head. Her dress was rumpled, her shoes kicked off. She was breathing, but her breaths were shallow.

“Elena,” Ethan called softly, reaching for her. She didn’t respond. He gently scooped her into his arms, her head falling limp against his chest.

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