THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: Marry To Rival's Son novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43

He turned to Mose, his tone changing to a strict command. “Make sure she eats. If she refuses, feed her by force. She’s no use to me fainting.”

He didn’t even glance at Elena when he added, “And keep her inside. I don’t want anyone else disappearing tonight.”

Elena stepped forward. “What are you going to do? I need Mia back safely, but I also need you to be safe too”

He stopped by the hallway leading to his office. Slowly, he turned his head toward her, and for a split second, she saw something behind those cold eyes, rage. The silent kind that burned slow and deep.

“I’m going to get her back,” he said, voice low but lethal. “Without a scratch nor a bruise. She’s mine, and anyone who thinks they could lay hands on her…”

He smiled, but it was the kind that made your blood run cold.

“I’ll ruin their bloodline, quietly and thoroughly.” Then he turned, walked into his office, and shut the door behind him with a deliberate finality that sent a chill through the house.

Elena stared after him, her fingers curled into fists. She had seen Stefan angry before, but this? This was different. And God help whoever dared touch Mia, they all would pay.

She sat down trying to come up with who would want to do something like this. During her kidnapping, Mose and Stefan had hidden who her kidnappers were. But she believed it was Mia’s dad, he didn’t want to hurt his child that was why he’d sent them to kidnap her instead.

Samuel wouldn’t hurt his daughter for control, Mia was his flesh and blood. So that leaves her to Jeremiah Sterling, Stefan’s dad. He had no relationship with Mia and wouldn’t mind taking her out of the picture.

Now, who among the fathers’ is responsible. She just wanted Mia to be fine, no matter who has her. She trust Stefan, he wouldn’t allow anyone hurt her, not even his father.

Samuel was alone in his office, the skyline behind him bathed in the golden orange of the setting sun. The world outside moved quietly and slowly.

He leaned back in his leather chair, swirling a glass of scotch in his hand, eyes locked on the massive portrait of himself across the room. Power, wealth, control, it was all his. And no one challenged that, no one.

A sharp ding broke the silence.

Not his usual phone, this one was hidden, tucked under layers of documents in a locked drawer at the bottom of his desk. He reached down, calmly, like a man retrieving a weapon.

He pulled out the burner phone, cold and black in his hand. The screen lit up:

“She’s with us.”

A slow smile tugged at his lips. He typed back, fingers deliberate:

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“Leave no trace.” The reply came fast.

Yes sir, it won’t lead to you. I had my guys use one of the underground operatives.

Samuel’s smile widened. Of course they did. He didn’t pay them to disappoint him, he paid them for loyalty, clean hands ajd and to always get the job done.

“And the text?” he asked.

“Sent.”

“Send proof.” His fingers hovered over the keypad for a second before he hit send.

A moment later, the phone vibrated again, this time with a video message. He tapped it open.

The screen revealed a dimly lit room, concrete walls, bare except for a metal-framed bed. On it lay a woman, unmoving and unconscious. Her face was turned slightly to the side, her hair spread across the pillow like a dark halo.

He watched her chest rise and fall slowly. She was alive. He needed her alive to make his plan successful.

“Good,” he whispered to himself. “Very good.”

He typed once more:

“I’ll tell you what to do next. Wait for my instructions.”

Then, without a flicker of hesitation, he powered off the phone, placed it back under the thick files in the drawer, and locked it.

He swirled his drink again, lips brushing the rim of the glass as he whispered into the dimming light of the office.

“No one overshadows me… Not even my own blood.” a smile crept his face. Tomorrow would be a good day, he’d make sure to have a very good rest today. He was already picturing the headlines and photos that’ll shake the

Internet tomorrow.

She’ll never be able to get married to anyone, except the only he choose for her. She was his daughter, he has every right to make the decision for her. She was created to obey his every command.

Elena sat on the bench just outside the house, the breeze ruffling the hem of her blouse. Her fingers trembled slightly as she held the phone to her ear for what must’ve been the fiftieth time that evening. The call didn’t even ring anymore, straight to voicemail.

“Mia, please call me back,” she whispered into the phone, her voice cracking, “Just… just tell me you’re okay.”

She ended the call and let the phone fall into her lap, her shoulders slumping with worry. Mose stood close, silent as always, his eyes scanning their surroundings like a guard dog waiting for a command.

And then, as if the universe wanted to mock her fears, her phone buzzed in her palm. Her heart leapt.

Mia.

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With trembling fingers, she opened the message, and froze.

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“I know I’ve made you worry, but you don’t have to be worried about me. Because I’m fine, you should stop trying to reach me. I already made my choice, and I won’t go back. My fiance never sent me a text, I lied because I wanted you off my back and I’m sorry. I’ve decided to be with who I want, I don’t think I can continue whatever is going on between my fiance and I. I love you and I know you’ll understand me.”

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