THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: Marry To Rival's Son novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69

They stepped into the car. Inside, Stefan sent a message.

Then, as they drove out of the complex and into the road, Stefan handed Mose a small slip of paper with an address scribbled on it.

Mose took it, scanning the familiar name of the area. “Thats out of town. What’s there?”

Stefan didn’t answer.

Mose didn’t press. But he had a feeling.

Elena and Mia shared cotton candy under a giant umbrella near the Ferris wheel, the pink sugar melting on their tongues like a forgotten taste of childhood.

Elena looked at Mia across the table. “Thanks for dragging me out,” she said quietly, her fingers idly twisting the plastic ring she bought.

Mia smiled. “No matter how complicated things get, you’re not alone. Not with me around.”

Elena’s eyes shimmered faintly in the sunlight. “I know.”

They rode the Ferris wheel last.

At the top, when everything below looked tiny and far away Elena leaned back, staring up at the clouds. “It’s weird, isn’t it? How something so high up can feel so peaceful.”

Mia nodded. “Like for a second, nothing can touch us.”

Neither of them mentioned the boys. Samuel Meyer. Jeremiah Sterling.

Just clouds, cotton candy, and carousel music floating on the wind.

It wasn’t the kind of day that changed everything. But it was the kind that reminded them of who they were before the world grew heavy.

And sometimes, that was enough. Because it was just the both of them together.

When Stefan and Mose arrived, the familiar rust-colored gates of the amusement park greeted them. Faded paint, peeling signs, kids running barefoot. It was chaotic, noisy, far from the refined world Stefan ruled, but it had its own kind of charm and memories he tried to bury for years. His eyes searched, sharp and assessing.

Then he saw them.

Mia and Elena walking toward the arcade stalls, cotton candy and soda in hand, smiling like the world owed them nothing and they owed the world even less.

And walking beside them… was a man.

Not a guard.

He wasn’t touching either of them, but he was clearly engaged in conversation with Elena, grinning a bit too wide, standing a bit too close. Stefan’s brow twitched.

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He stepped out of the car.

Mose followed closely behind but said nothing. He had seen it too.

Stefan looked at him sideways. “My men told me some random guy was chatting with Elena.”

Mose tensed.

Stefan added coolly, “You don’t have to thank me. You’re welcome.”

And with that, he walked ahead, slow and deliberate. A hidden smile on his face. A perfect excuse.

Mose remained where he was, his jaw locking tightly. Who was that guy? And what gave him the right to smile like that around Elena?

Then he remembered her words from days ago. He had no right to get angry, she was beautiful, of course men would have interest in her.

But, his heart still burns.

He didn’t know if Stefan truly came all this way because of lena or Mia, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was, someone else was standing beside Elena, and he had no business being there.

Mia laughed as she wiped a smear of ice cream from Elena’s cheek, the warmth of the day matched only by the joy bubbling in her chest. She hadn’t felt like this in weeks, even months. She hasn’t felt this free, untethered, like she could breathe.

The amusement park was exactly what they needed. For the first time in what felt like ages, there was no weight of expectations pressing against Mia’s shoulders.

But that lightness disappeared the moment she turned and saw Stefan.

Standing just a few feet away, tall and imposing in a fitted charcoal shirt and dark pants, hands casually tucked in his pockets as he watched them with an unreadable expression.

Mia’s breath hitched.

Her heart skipped, and not the good kind. What was he doing here?

But then she realized.

Of course. His men. They were always somewhere nearby. Watching. Reporting.

Still, that didn’t stop the questions in her mind.

Why was he here?

Did he think they were in danger?

Was he mad?

Did he… miss her? She nearly slapped herself.

Before she could piece together a coherent thought, Stefan was already walking toward them. His eyes, sharp and narrowed, were locked on the man beside Elena. His gaze alone could’ve cut glass.

The guy, slightly tanned with windswept hair and a casual smile…….seemed oblivious to the storm headed his way.

“Oh, this is so crazy,” Elena started, immediately Stefan got close, clearly trying to defuse any tension. “Stefan, this is Jamie! We knew him from here, when we were kids. Around one candy stall I and Mia used to fight over. He used to hang around there.”

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Stefan said nothing.

Elena continued, her voice faster now. “We lost touch for years, and when Mia and I got down from the Ferris wheel, he recognized us! Said he’s been coming back here for months hoping to run into us. Can you believe that?”

She chuckled nervously.

Still, Stefan didn’t speak to the man. His expression remained carved in stone, except for the subtle tick in his jaw.

Instead, he turned slightly, his voice cool and authoritative. “I need to talk to my wife.”

Mia blinked. Wife?

Jamie’s expression fell.

“Wait… Mia….you’re married?” he asked, eyes wide, disbelief and something else that looked like hurt was evident in his voice.

Stefan’s gaze turned cold instantly. He likes Mia, not Elena So, it was because of Mia he kept coming back here? Who does that? Just to meet someone you haven’t met for years.

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