THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: Marry To Rival's Son novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58

The Sterling Mansion stood tall, proud, and impossible to inore. The heavy iron gates opened slowly as Stefan’s black car drove in, taking them into a world Mia had seen countless times.

As the car pulled further in, Mia’s gaze swept over the mansion’s surroundings, taking in the wide, green lawns and neatly trimmed old trees. To her left, a sparkling blue pool shimmered under the light, with a small, modern building sitting beside it. Not far off, a tall fountain stood quietly, and nearby, what looked like a hidden garage entrance. A strange sense of familiarity crept over her, though she couldn’t tell why.

The car rolled smoothly into a large, well-lit garage filled with gleaming luxury cars. Stefan parked, stepped out, and came around to her side. He opened the door and offered his hand. She took it, stepped out carefully, and without hesitation, he laced their fingers together.

The moment her feet touched the polished ground, a wave of nerves hit her. Her last encounter with Jeremiah Sterling at his office hadn’t been pleasant. She had acted brave that day, but now, standing here at his home, something about it felt different.

She swallowed and shifted her gaze without meaning to, she must’ve tightened her grip without knowing because Stefan responded by wrapping his fingers more firmly around hers. Not possessive, but steady. A quiet message: I’m here. Don’t be nervous.

She glanced up at him, and he wasn’t even looking at her, just guiding her forward like this was the most normal thing in the world. But the message had already reached her Her lips curled in a faint, appreciative smile.

You’re Mia Meyer, she reminded herself as she lifted her chin and straightened her back. This is what you signed up for. You don’t get to flinch now. No one can intimidate you, not Jeremiah Sterling, not anyone. And especially not with Stefan beside you.

She squeezed his hand gently once. Just to remind herself she wasn’t alone.

The inside of the Sterling mansion was just as she imagined High ceilings, big windows that let the sun spill in like honey. The kind of interior that looked like it had been built centuries ago but somehow still looked new. Everything was quiet, the air too still.

She noticed an old woman who sat in the living room, hunched a little as she focused on her knitting. She had silver hair tied neatly at the back and wore a soft purple sweater. Her fingers moved slowly but surely. There was something oddly peaceful about her.

Mia’s brows lifted a little. Stefan’s grandma?

As soon as the woman saw them, her face lit up. She tried to stand quickly, her voice calling out “Ste…fan.” It came out soft and strained.

Stefan let go of Mia’s hand immediately and rushed forward, reaching her just in time to keep her steady.” Grandma, how are you?” he asked gently, helping her sit back on the couch.

He stretched out a hand, motioning for Mia to come closer. She walked over, and he caught her hand again, intertwining it immediately.

Mia bent low in a respectful greeting. “Good day, Grandma

The old woman smiled wider, her eyes twinkling. “Ahh… how are you, my daughter? You look so beautiful.”

“I’m fine, ma. And you look good too, ma,” Mia replied softly.

The woman chuckled. “You young ladies won’t stop flattering me.”

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Mia smiled politely, glancing sideways at Stefan, who was still holding her hand. Then he spoke.

“Grandma, this is my wife. Mia Meyer.”

There was a small pause, like the words were sinking in. Then she smiled again. “Welcome, my daughter. You’re truly beautiful.”

Just then, footsteps echoed down the staircase. They turned and saw Sienna walking towards them with a smile. She looked surprised but bright. “Bro!” she called, walking toward Stefan but hesitating when she got close. Her arms opened, then fell a little as she remembered Stefan wasn’t one for hugs.

Mia gently nudged his side. She didn’t even need to say anything.

With a quiet sigh, Stefan opened his arms slightly. Sienna blinked, stunned that Stefan would agree just like that. She looked at Mia with a question looking but, Mia gave her a small smile of reassurance.

She stepped forward and hugged him tightly. “Big bro,” she murmured, voice cracking just a little. Since she was little, Stefan had never accepted her hug. He had treated her like a pest, like an enemy. But Stefan didn’t pull away.

“Why haven’t I been seeing you around?” he asked once they pulled apart.

Sienna looked at Mia speechless for a second before answering. “I… I thought you didn’t want me around anymore.

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He was silent for a minute, Sienna thought he’d ignore her like he always do. But he surprised her again “Come around when you’re less busy.”

Her eyes lit up. “Really?”

Just as Stefan opened his mouth to respond to Sienna, a cold voice sliced through the air, bringing the room to a heavy stillness.

“Well, well,” the deep voice echoed from the staircase. “Look who finally decided to show up.”

Mia turned toward the sound and found Jeremiah descending slowly, his steps deliberate, his presence heavy. Beside him was his wife, who wore a stiff smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Jeremiah’s sharp gaze fell on Mia for a fleeting second, then returned to his son like she was a decorative item, not worth much attention.

“Dad,” Stefan said calmly, without bowing his head or shifting his weight. He didn’t flinch nor blink. If anything, he stood straighter.

Mia could feel the air shift, this wasn’t a warm family reunion. This was tension with a capital T. Her fingers tightened slightly in Stefan’s, but he didn’t let go.

“You’ve grown bold,” Jeremiah said, stopping at the last step. “Showing up unannounced. With your… wife.” his eyes locking on their intertwined hands for a second before removing his gaze like it was the most disgusting thing he’d ever set his eyes on.

There was something about the way he said wife that made Mia’s skin crawl, like the word had a bitter taste to it.

Stefan’s lips curled faintly, a half-smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Thought you’d want to meet her. You know, since you’ll be seeing a lot more of us from now on.”

Jeremiah chuckled, low and humorless. “Us?” His eyes flicked to Mia again. “You really think parading a Meyer here is the way to get under my skin?”

Mia lifted her chin slightly, her pride refusing to be dimme. Ohh, we all know we’ve successfully gotten under

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your skin. The words died in her mouth she trusted Stefan handle this.

She didn’t need defending, because Stefan didn’t give her a chance to speak. His voice was calm, firm.

“This has nothing to do with getting under your skin. We’re married. Whether you like it or not.”

Their eyes locked, father and son. The tension between them was thick, years of power struggle and unspoken history crashing into the present moment. Stefan wasn’t flinching, wasn’t backing down. He didn’t look like the son trying to win approval. He looked like a man claiming bs place and making a statement.

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