THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: Marry To Rival's Son novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50

“I was actually kidnapped,” Mia started, her voice low as she explained to Elena.

“But it turns out the men were Stefan’s underground guys. So technically, he saved me… just not directly.” She trailed off when her eyes caught Stefan walking down the hallway in the stairs, loosening his cuffs as he disappeared into his room.

Elena followed her gaze and smirked. “Then go thank him properly.”

Mia blinked. “Huh? He just went into his room.”

“And?” Elena raised a brow. “You’re his wife, remember? Married couples go into each other’s rooms. That’s, like, a thing.”

Mia’s face warmed. “Elena…”

“Come on,” Elena teased, nudging her with her elbow. “Go say thank you. Maybe he’ll even help clean out the cobwebs down there.”

Mia gasped, lightly smacking her on the arm. “What is wrong with you?”

Elena laughed. “Go, talk to him. Thank him still.” Then, without waiting for another protest, she gave Mia a little shove toward Stefan’s stairs direction.

As Mia disappeared down the hall, Elena turned, only to see Mose walking into the living room, holding a nylon bag. She immediately averted her eyes, pretending not to notice and tried walking past him.

But he reached out and gently caught her hand. “Elena…..”

She yanked it away without hesitation. “What?” Her voice was sharp and cold.

“Can we talk?”

“Say whatever you want without touching me. I’m listening.”

He hesitated, scratching the back of his head like he was searching for the right words. “It’s… about last night.”

If someone had walked in just then, they’d never believe the man standing before her, nervous, unsure, and almost soft, was someone who could kill without blinking. But Elena didn’t care about that, right now she was pissed. She didn’t care if he looked pitiful or regretful. He’d watched her cry, let Stefan make a fool of her.

She folded her arms, her eyes narrowing. “Before we get into last night, I just want to know one thing.” Her voice shook slightly, but her anger held steady. “When did you and Stefan realize Mia was in safe hands?” He froze.

Oh no, Elena thought. Don’t let it be what I’m thinking, don’t you dare.

His silence dragged on. He didn’t say a word, just stood there, looking at her with those maddening eyes she used to find charming. Not this time.

“Answer me!” she snapped.

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When he still didn’t speak, she turned, ready to walk away and lock herself in her room, done with all of them.

But then, just as her hand touched the railing, his voice came, low and honest.

“Before the text.” Elena stopped in her tracks, her whole body going still.

She didn’t turn back immediately, didn’t say a word. She just stood there, letting those three words soak into her chest like ice. When she faced him, her eyes were in flame.

“What did you just say?” her voice was low but it trembled. “Before the text?”

Mose couldn’t look her in the eyes. He dropped his gaze to the floor. Because those look on her eyes would hunt him for nights if he kept staring. His jaw and hands were clenched tightly.

“Before you locked me up like I was some junkie on the verge of snapping?” Her voice rose with each word. ” Before you watched me cry, beg, for you both to believe her? I begged you, Mose. I asked you to open the damn door!”

Her laugh was bitter, almost broken. “You knew…..knew she was okay, and you still locked me in that room.” He stood still, silent, as if absorbing every blow. But, she wasn’t finished.

“You could’ve just said something, anything, that you believed in her too. Anything at all, a word, a sign, a hint. But no. You left me in that room like the villain, like I was some crazy woman too blind to see reality.” Mose’s chest rose and fell, but he still said nothing. He wanted her to vent all she’s feeling, maybe it’ll make her feel better.

Elena’s voice cracked now, raw and vulnerable. “Do you know how that felt? To be treated like I was the only one losing her mind? When all I wanted was for Mia to be safe, and for someone, anyone, to believe in her the way I did.”

Though her voice had cracked slightly, but the fire didn’t dim. “Did it make you feel better? Watching me fall apart like that? Did you enjoy the tears on my face?”

Mose finally stepped forward, the words slipping out in a quiet rush. “No… that’s not…..”

“Don’t,” Elena cut him off, raising a hand like a final verdict. “I don’t want to hear it.”

He froze again, jaw tightening.

“The only thing between us now is Stefan and Mia’s wedding. After that…” she took a deep breath, steadying herself, “we’re strangers. Let’s keep it civil and polite. Like colleagues who happen to share space.” With that, she turned and walked off, each step firm, unshaken.

Mose didn’t move. He’d faced enemies without blinking, ended lives with precision, but in this moment, he felt a sting he didn’t know how to fight.

He’d never met anyone like her. Elena was sharp-tongued, stubborn, painfully direct, but smart, breathtakingly beautiful, and impossible to ignore.

He hadn’t realized how much she’d gotten under his skin until now. And maybe… maybe it was better this way.

In his world, distractions were deadly. As much as, Attachments and weaknesses. And Elena would be all he it doesn’t stop now.

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Still, after a long moment, he walked silently toward her door and placed the nylon bag down carefully. Inside was her favorite meal, he’d gone out just to get it for her.

He didn’t knock, just stood for a while before he turned and headed back to his own apartment.

Mia stood frozen, her back pressing lightly against the wall, while Stefan hovered inches from her, his presence a force she couldn’t ignore. She wasn’t even sure how they ended up like this.

One moment she was knocking on his door with rehearsed words in her mind, and the next… she was here, breath shallow, completely undone by the closeness.

She remembered how she’d knock, and was told to come in. How the door had creaked open slowly, revealing only darkness behind it. It was hard to believe sunlight still painted the rest of the house. His room was cool, shadowed, and intoxicating. Just like him.

He’d told her to come in further. His voice had been low, unreadable. But she’d insisted on standing at the door, now she regrets her decision.

“I won’t stay long,” she’d replied, hesitant to cross the threshold. “I just came to… thank you.”

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