THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: Marry To Rival's Son novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63

She tipped her head, stood a little taller on her toes, and gently pressed her lips against Stefan’s. Not long. Not wild. But enough to leave a statement, he’s mine.

Their eyes locked after the kiss. And for a moment, it felt like time took a pause.

Neither of them blinked. They just stared, her eyes soft but sure, his unreadable but filled with something deeper than words.

Stefan didn’t move. But inside, joy swelled in his chest so tightly it almost hurt.

Now, this was his wife.

The fire in her voice, the way she kissed him like no one else existed, the way she chose him even when her dad had offered everything.

When she pulled away, his hand twitched slightly, he almost drew her back in. Almost. But he held himself.

Later, he’d finish it. But right now, he needed to let her lead

Whatever she did next, he’d follow. Because he trusted her judgment.

“Honey,” her voice called him back softly.

He looked down at her, raising his brow just a little, alert and listening.

“I’d love to pick some of my mother’s stuff,” she said with a faint smile. “Can you give me a minute?”

He gave her that smile, small but full of support. A silent yes. And like instinct, their hands stayed locked as she moved forward.

Neither wanting to let the other go.

Samuel watched them like a volcano bubbling, ready to erupt. His heart pounded with silent fury.

They dared.

They really dared to play love in his house. In his presence.

Every smile, every touch, every word, each one felt like a slap to his pride.

Cassandra had been standing for a while now, but she hadn’t spoken. She was too busy soaking in the scene. Watching Mia move like she owned the place.

The audacity. The little vixen had no shame. No respect. Kissing a man in front of elders like it was a movie.

Mia shifted her gaze to her. “Where did you put mine and my mother’s things?” she asked, her tone not hostile, but not friendly either. It was clear, don’t try me.

Cassandra forced a smile. Her lips stretched but her eyes were stiff. Stefan was watching, she couldn’t afford to

embarrass herself.

So she smiled wider and answered sweetly, “Left corner of the hall.”

Mia’s expression didn’t change, but something inside her clenched.

The left corner? That room? The abandoned one?

Of all the dozens of spaces in this estate, that was where Cassandra chose to dump her memories?

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The nerve.

Mia didn’t speak. She just looked at her father. Held his gaze, burning, silent and bitter.

She could cry, but she wouldn’t. She wouldn’t give them that. She blinked, and turned.

Tears pressed at the edges of her eyes, but they didn’t fall. She swallowed them. Like she had all her life.

She walked down the hallway, her steps slow and unsure.

When she got to the room, her hand paused on the doorknob. For some reason, she expected it to be locked. But it turned easily.

The door creaked open. And what she saw made her stop cold.

Cobwebs hung in thick threads across the ceiling. Dust coated everything. The air was heavy, old and forgotten. It smelled abandonment, like no one has been in there for months.

Her heart sank.

Her things, her clothes, books, childhood memories, even her mother’s were scattered across the floor like garbage. Some torn. Some broken. As if someone had just tossed them in and slammed the door shut.

Like it all meant nothing.

She stood in the doorway, frozen, eyes wide. Her chest felt tight. They just threw it all in here. Like trash.

She blinked hard, but the tears came anyway, just one, slipping down her cheek before she could stop it. She wiped it quickly, furiously.

No.

No more crying in this house.

This would be the last time she ever stepped foot here, this place wasn’t home no more. They no longer carried the memories of her mom, the memories were painful.

She squared her shoulders and moved forward. She’d take everything she needed. Everything that mattered. And when she left, she wouldn’t look back.

Downstairs in the living room, Stefan stood as still as stone, jaw clenched, eyes fixed in the direction Mia had

gone.

He had seen the pain in her face. The way she tried to keep it together. And everything in him screamed to go after her, to hold her, to tell her she didn’t have to be strong alone anymore.

But not yet.

Not while this room was still full of people who didn’t deserve to speak her name.

“Stefan,” Cassandra called, her voice honeyed and fake.

He turned slowly.

His eyes, cold and unreadable, landed on her like a blade.

Cassandra faltered but tried to smile. “I just… I feel like I have to tell you something. About Mia.”

He said nothing. He just looked her with a cold stare.

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“She’s not what you think,” she continued quickly, fidgeting with her fingers. “I mean, I love her like my own, but…..she’s always been… difficult. Selfish. She knows what she’s doing. She’s using you, Stefan. For the inheritance.”

His stare darkened. He nearly smirked. She, was telling him about Mia?

“She puts on that sweet face,” Cassandra pressed, her voice rising now, “but underneath? She’s manipulative. Dangerous. Malicious.”

A beat of silence.

Then Stefan moved.

Not much, just a step. But it was enough to make Cassandra take one back.

“I’ll pretend,” Stefan said, voice low and calm, “that I didn’t just hear you speak about my wife that way.”

Cassandra’s lips parted, but no words came out.

“You think you know her?” he asked, eyes burning now. “You have no idea who she is. But I do. And if you ever say anything like that again, if I even hear her name from your mouth in that tone. Don’t think Samuel will be able to protect you.”

Cassandra looked like she might argue, until she saw the look in his eyes.

He turned slowly to Samuel, who hadn’t said a word this whole time. Not even looked up.

Stefan shook his head, jaw tight.

“You never deserved the father she calls you” he said to him. “You let them treat her like she was nothing. Like she didn’t belong. And you let it happen again and again.”

He took another step, his presence alone enough to shift the atmosphere in the room.

“I’m warning all of you,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. If anyone in this house ever tries to hurt her again, if you speak against her, lift a hand to her, even think of making her feel small, you will deal with me. And I don’t care who you are.”

He paused, breathing deeply through his nose, forcing the anger down, but just barely.

“This is your last warning. I won’t give another.” The room was dead silent, everyone understood what he meant.

Samuel finally looked up, his jaw tight, eyes burning with pride and something darker.

“Are you threatening me in my house?” he asked, voice low

Stefan let out a cold snort. “You of all people should know, this isn’t a threat. It’s a warning.”

He stepped closer, his stare pinning Samuel where he sat.

“The only reason I let you breathe easy is because of that woman you treat like trash. Because I know she still gives a damn about you. Still calls you ‘father’ like the word means anything anymore.”

Stefan’s lips curved, not into a smile, but something sharp dangerous.

“Try pulling that stunt again,” he said softly, “and you’ll find out exactly what makes me different from my father.”

He didn’t wait for a reply.

He turned, walking away with a deadly calm, leaving the weight of his words hanging like smoke in the air.

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Samuel slowly sank back onto the couch. His hand gripped the armrest so tight his knuckles turned white.

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