THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: Marry To Rival's Son novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Back at Samuel Meyer’s mansion, Ethan leaned back on the couch, rubbing his temple as his mother went on again about Mia.

“She’s using you, Ethan. Open your eyes. She knows what she’s doing.”

“She’s not,” he muttered, barely lifting his head. “She hasn’t even asked me of anything yet. You’re trying to make her the villain just because you don’t like her.”

His mother gave a short laugh. “No, I don’t like people who play the victim while they stir trouble. If she cared about you, she wouldn’t be so hard on you. She doesn’t even see you as her family”

He looked over at her. “You don’t even know what she’s dealing with.”

“Oh, please. You’ve known her for how long? You think I haven’t seen her type?”

Ethan didn’t respond, it wasn’t worth it. He could already feel the conversation going nowhere.

Just then, the front door opened, and Samuel stepped in. His tie was loose, and he looked far too relaxed for a man who usually carried the world on his shoulders.

“What’s going on in here?” he asked, glancing between them.

“Nothing serious,” Ethan said quickly. His mom didn’t say a word, she just stood up and seductively walked up to him.

Samuel looked around, then grinned. “Why’s everyone so stiff? Lighten up.’

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“You’re smiling,” she said, watching him closely, surprise evident in her voice. Her hands were all over him, tracing his shoulder and arm seductively.

He smirked. “And is that supposed to be a bad thing?”

“No….no… It’s…..just…… unusual,” she stuttered before leaving a peck on his cheek.

“Well, I feel like celebrating.” He clapped his hands lightly. “Ethan, go grab the most expensive bottle from the top shelf. You know the one.”

Ethan hesitated, but didn’t ask questions. He got up quietly and walked toward the bar, with his mind was spinning, trying to piece things together. He found the bottle of vintage champagne Samuel kept for ” occasions,” grabbed three glasses, and brought them over.

Samuel had already kicked off his shoes and was sinking into the couch like a man who’d just finished a marathon. For someone who was always organized, that really is a surprisingly sight to behold.

Samuel took the bottle from him, poured with too much ease, and handed everyone a glass before lifting his glass in the air.

“To peace of mind and to family,” he took a pause, stared at both of them with a pleased smile on his face. “To power. And to the fall of cowards who thought they could take me down.”

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He clinked his glass with theirs, then turned to Ethan, eyes narrowing.

“You know, I look at you and I see myself. You’re the reason I sleep well at night. I know you won’t let me down.”

Ethan gave a tight smile, barely swallowing the nerves creeping in. “Maybe… Mia and I could build something even stronger. Together.”

Samuel froze mid-sip.

And for the first time that night, the smile left his face. The silence was thick and uncomfortable.

Then came a look, just one cold, calculating look. Like a switch had flipped in him. And Ethan, who had never truly feared his father, felt his chest tighten. He knew he had said the last name Samuel wanted to hear this night, but he doesn’t know why he wouldn’t want to her about Mia. Afterall, she was his first child.

But just like that, Samuel smiled again. “I’ll think about it… tomorrow.” His voice was light now, like nothing happened.

He raised his glass again, motioning to clink it with Ethan’s. Ethan blinked confused as to what was really going on with his dad tonight, but he still hoped everything works out okay for everyone. Including Mia, because she is his sister.

“But tonight, we drink.” Samuel said.

Elena sat on the edge of her bed, her hands clenched into fists on her lap, trying to make sense of what just happened. Mose had walked out of her room after telling her the most unbelievable thing, that she wasn’t allowed to leave.

She blinked slowly, heart pounding.

What did he mean she couldn’t leave? What did Stefan think he was doing, locking her away like she was nothing? Was it their plan? If they think she’ll sit here and do nothing, then they really need to wake up from their hallucination.

Because she would never let them lock her up like a child.

She stood up suddenly, her body shaking as she rushed to the door and yanked on the handle. But it was locked.

“No, no, no,” she muttered, her voice rising. “You can’t do this to me!”

She pounded her fists against the wood. “Open this door!” she screamed. “You can’t keep me here! I’m not a prisoner! I’m not a child!”

But no answer came.

She kicked the door, her foot stinging with the impact. “Mose, open this door right now! Stefan! If you’re going to do nothing, at least let me go! Let me try to save her!”

She slammed her palms against the door again and again, her arms growing weak,

“You can’t just lock me in here like I don’t matter. She’s my best friend, Stefan! Don’t you get it?! She’s all I have!” Her voice sounding so cracked from all the shouting.

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But the silence on the other side was louder than her screams.

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She backed away, her chest heaving, eyes blurry with tears. Her knees gave in, and she sank to the floor. The sobs hit her hard, uncontrolled and painful. At that moment she felt useless, she couldn’t do anything for her

best friend.

She wrapped her arms around herself, rocking slightly as if that would make the pain go away.

“This isn’t fair…” she whispered. “This isn’t fair…”

Her voice broke again. “I should be with her. She’d do it for me… Mia would never leave me behind.”

A few minutes passed in silence, just her breathing and crying.

Then she heard footsteps. Slow, and heavy. The kind that made her chest tighten. She knew who it was, it could only be him, though he and Mose walking alike. But somehow she couldn’t differentiate their steps.

She looked up just as Stefan’s voice came through the door.

“If you behave yourself, maybe I’ll consider digging into the whole kidnapping stuff.”

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