THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: Marry To Rival's Son novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79

But just when Mia thought it couldn’t get any worse, Samuel lifted the microphone again, his voice carrying over the softened applause.

“And… since today is already perfect, and the most beautiful couple I know just got married,” he turned to face Mia and Stefan….. “I was hoping my daughter and her husband could do me the honor of… being our ring bearers.”

For a moment, it was as if the entire room stopped breathing.

Mia’s eyes widened slightly. But the smile never leaving her face.

Ring bearers? Did he really just…… Ask her and Stefan to…..

Her throat tightened.

Stefan, who had remained composed all through the surprise proposal, barely flinched, but the slight tick in his jaw said it all.

Samuel smiled wider. “It’d be symbolic, wouldn’t it? Passing one love into another. The bridge between two families, one moment to another. Mia?”

All eyes were on her now.

Mia smile never faltered. Her lips moved before her brain could catch up. “Of course, Dad,” she said sweetly…. too sweetly…. like sugar hiding poison. “You’ve been the best dad in the world. And you deserve the best”

The whole crowd couldn’t help but swoon about the father and daughter relationship.

Elena stared at her, as if asking Are you serious right now?

Mia didn’t blink, nor did she let her smile falter. Even as her stomach turned.

“Great!” Samuel grinned. “I knew I could count on you. I’ve carried that ring around for months. Now, let’s make this official.”

He nodded at a waiter who brought over a red velvet box with two silver rings inside.

Mia’s hands were stiff as she accepted it. She felt Stefan’s arm lightly graze hers in silent support.

She swallowed hard as they walked toward the newly engaged couple. Mia opened the box and handed Cassandra her ring first, followed by Samuel’s.

Cassandra said thank you softly. A victorious smile on her face. She’d waited for this all her life. To be married to Samuel Meyer and bear the Meyer’s name.

Samuel winked. “Perfect.”

Mia stepped back.

Only when she returned to her table did she allow her jaw to unclench.

She didn’t even glance at Stefan. She was afraid if she looked at him, she’d lose whatever calm she was faking.

She sat down and took a long sip of champagne. Elena was already beside her.

“That man is… unbelievable,” Elena whispered.

Stefan who was beside Mia said, his voice low, calm. “You handled it well.”

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She let out a short breath, still smiling faintly. “I didn’t want to cause a scene.”

“But you could’ve,” Elena added. “And no one would’ve blaned you.

Mia looked ahead at her father and Cassandra laughing with some guests, showing off the ring.

“That is what he wants. To get under my skin. To see me break.” she said quietly. “I’m done letting them ruin my days. Just… not today”

Mia stood with Stefan near the dance floor, his hand at the nall of her back, silent, but present. The guest were all making small talks.

“You’re unusually quiet,” she whispered without looking af him.

“So are you,” he said simply. She nodded.

“Do you want to go back to the hotel?”

Mia turned to face him, scanning his expression. Calm. But unreadable. He was good at that.

“No,” she said. “Not yet. I think… we should dance.”

His brow lifted slightly, just a notch. “You want to dance?”

She nodded again, her voice soft. “It’s our wedding.”

That was all it took.

Stefan offered his hand. “Then come with me.”

He led her into the center of the dance floor, drawing her gently into him. As the music shifted into a slow, melodic tune, Mia found herself letting out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding all day.

His hand rested at her waist; the other held hers loosely.

“You were amazing back there,” he said reassuring her again, his voice so low it was barely a breath against her

ear.

“I didn’t feel amazing.”

“But you were,” he replied. “Graceful. Strong. Everything your father couldn’t expect.”

She lowered her gaze to his shoulder, her chin brushing it faintly as they moved.

“I didn’t want to look weak,” she murmured. “I just… didn’t want to lose today.”

“You didn’t.”

They danced in silence for a moment.

The song faded, giving way to applause from guests who were too tipsy to care about anything but more drinks.

People began to gather on the floor, dancing, laughing. Stefan leaned in and asked if she wanted to keep dancing, but Mia shook her head.

“I think I need a minute,” she said, motioning toward the balcony.

He nodded, and she walked off, letting the night air cool her down.

She leaned against the balcony railing, Stefan joined her minutes later. He slipped his jacket over her, it draped around her shoulders like a second skin.

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The city twinkled in the distance, blurred by the tears she hadn’t let fall. Her hands were clenched, her heart still a little heavy until she felt him behind her.

Without a word, he stepped closer and gently wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her into his warmth. Mia didn’t resist. She let herself fall back into him her head resting against his chest.

And just like that, everything melted away.

The confusion. The chaos. Her father’s proposal. Dave’s betrayal. The weight of trying to be strong.

Gone.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and she stayed like that, letting his heartbeat soothe her. Letting the rise and fall of his chest calm the storm inside her. The problems didn’t matter anymore. Not tonight. Not with him.

Then the faint hum of music drifted from inside the hall….. slow, soft melody.

Without speaking, Stefan moved slightly, swaying. Mia followed. No attention to steps. Just… feeling. Trusting. This time, it wasn’t for the guests. It was for them.

Her cheek brushed against his chest, and she allowed the music to carry her. Her fingers slid into his, her body instinctively aligning with his rhythm. It was simple. Quiet. But it was everything.

Then she looked up. Her eyes found his. And before she could second guess it, she rose onto her toes and kissed him. Soft, slow and sure.

Stefan stilled.

She felt his surprise….the way his breath hitched….but then his lips moved with hers, slow and patient. He didn’t rush it. He let her take the lead. Let her pour whatever she needed into the kiss.

And she did.

The world spun softly around them, the music forgotten, the people distant. There was only Stefan and the way he made her feel like nothing else existed.

When she finally pulled away, her cheeks were burning. She bit her bottom lip, a little breathless.

“I….. I only did that because… Samuel’s watching,” she whispered, avoiding his eyes.

Stefan tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing with quiet amusement. “Is he now?”

Mia nodded, trying her best not to look like a terrible liar. “Yeah… totally watching.”

He paused.

Then suddenly cupped her face in both hands and leaned in kissing her again….. deeper this time, with a tenderness that stole her breath before she could process what was happening.

When they parted, Stefan’s thumb brushed over her cheekbone. His voice was low, teasing.

“Now that’s how to leave a statement.” Mia blinked rapidly

Her mind was mumbled, scrambled. The kiss had thrown her off balance, the way he kissed her without hesitation, without shame. Like he owned the moment, and her heart along with it.

She laughed softly, resting her head against his chest again, trying to catch her breath.

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