THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: Marry To Rival's Son novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59

Mia sat legs crossed, It hadn’t even been that long, maybe tn, fifteen minutes. But it felt like a damn hour since Jeremiah had pulled Stefan into his office to have a talk.

She hated this.

Her eyes flicked to the massive grandfather clock in the corner, ticking just loud enough to irritate her. Her thoughts started to spiral again before she could stop them

What if Jeremiah was trying to convince Stefan to end it? What if he gave Stefan half of his inheritance? What if he succeeded?

What if Stefan walked out of that room, avoided her eyes, and said, “Maybe we rushed this… maybe we should take a break… maybe this was all a mistake…”

The thought hit harder than she expected. Her stomach dropped, a cold, heavy weight settling in her gut.

She hated this, hated feeling unsure.

She’d walked into this house with her head high. But now, now she was wondering what the hell was being said behind that closed door.

Maybe it wouldn’t have mattered, if she didn’t already care this much.

Her lips pressed together, nails digging lightly into her thigh.

Get it together, Meyer.

She straightened her posture again, jaw tight.

That was when a pointed throat-clear sliced through the quiet like a knife.

“Hm-hmm. Hmmm.” Mia turned.

Oh right. She wasn’t alone. For a moment, she actually forgot.

There sat Annabelle in her pressed linen and pearls, looking like a villain straight out of a soap opera. All perfect hair, smug lips, and a gaze that said she hadn’t liked Mia the second she walked in. Well flash news, she doesn’t give a fuck.

They were never there when Stefan needed them. When he needed an adult to show him what love was. They were part of the reason he turned into the cold heartless man that he was when she met him.

So whatever respect she should have given them, she’d flushed down the drain. The only one that deserved it was that poor woman that had been locked for years.

The only crime Margaret committed was loving and trusting the wrong man. She gave her heart, her time, and her life for someone who wasn’t worth it.

So now, no one should call her disrespectful for failing to respect this woman who was looking her with that pretentious look in her face.

“I heard you got pregnant out of wedlock,” Margaret said with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “And that was the reason the wedding was rushed and done secretly?” Mia blinked slowly. (19

Oh. So we’re doing that today.

“You didn’t even inform any member of the family,” Margaret continued, clearly feeling bold. “I can’t tell if

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you’re a good or bad influence on Stefan.” Mia exhaled softly through her nose. A little amused.

She turned her head, resting her elbow on the armrest, and looked Annabelle square in the face.

“I beg your pardon?” Her voice was calm but cold. Margaret blinked, clearly not expecting pushback.

“Mom. Why would you say something like that” Sienna gave her mom a frown before placing her hand on Mia’s, with a pitiful look.

“I’m really sorry, she didn’t mean it that way” Mia looked at her smiling.

“I know not to anything that comes out from her mouth serous” though she was smiling but her words were condescending.

Stefan stood inside Jeremiah study, the heavy scent of polished wood and aged leather clawing at something old

and unwanted in his chest.

He stood in the same place he had years ago, only this time it wasn’t to warn Jeremiah about anything petty. This time he was he was here for someone he cares about too, maybe more than he would ever accept. And he was here again to try to get through to him, hoping for his sake that he takes every word seriously.

Years of bitterness and betrayal boiled inside him as he looked around the familiar study. His gaze slowly drifted around the space, the thick curtains. The pretentious bookshelf, full of books he doubted Jeremiah ever read. The huge desk that probably cost more than the apartment he grew up in.

He couldn’t stand the sight of this room, the place that held all the memories of the man who had torn his family

apart.

This was only the second time he’d ever stepped foot into this room.

The first time he had come here was when his mother had nearly lost everything. When she was so broken that all he could do was try and defend her, even if it meant confronting the devil himself. Now, he was back. Back for one last conversation, one final chance to make it clear that he wasn’t the boy who’d been cast aside years ago.

Jeremiah had no idea what he was dealing with now. As he straightened himself, the bitterness settled in his

throat.

He was one who had control over his emotions except when it comes to his mom, but this has nothing to do with his mom. So why does he feel like the rage he’s feeling now was same as how he felt years back.

“What is it you wanted to say, Dad?” His voice carried the word like poison, dripping with contempt.

“I want you to break whatever you have with that Meyer girl,” Jeremiah said with a cold and distant voice, as though he was merely offering a suggestion.

Stefan didn’t blink, he only looked at him like he’d grown four head.

“If that’s what you called me here to talk about, then we have nothing to talk about Jerry.” Stefan said, his eyes

cold as ice.

He turned to leave, but paused because he wasn’t done. Not yet. He hadn’t said what he came here for.

He turned back, slowly, and looked Jeremiah who still stood shocked, dead in the eye.

“I’m going to say this once, and I pray for your sake you understand” he said, voice low, cold, and calculated. What ever you’ve planned against Mia, do not even think of executing it. Leave Mia alone. And never, ever hurt her or anyone she cares about.” His tone was steel and dangerous. If it was someone weak, they’d have peed on their pants.

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