THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: Marry To Rival's Son novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81

The car ride went back to being silent again, soft jazz humming in the background as city lights began to dim behind them.

Mia leaned slightly against the window, still basking in the event of the day. Then she realizes she had no idea where they were heading to.

She turned to Stefan, lips parting as she tucked a stray curl behind her ear.

“Um… where are we going exactly?”

Stefan didn’t even blink. “Our honeymoon.”

Mia’s face went from calm to crimson in seconds. Her eyes widened slightly, and her lashes fluttered in quick blinks as her mind betrayed her. Images from honeymoon tales Elena had gushed about filled her head uninvited. Stefan caught the shift instantly. His brows raised, and a teasing smile curved his lips. “What? Why…… are you blushing?”

“What? Me?” Mia looked away quickly. “No…thing… Where …. where are we going?” She asked again, eyes darting to the windows as if that would provide answers.

Stefan turned slightly in his seat, the corner of his mouth tugging higher. “Honey…’

She blinked at him. “I know you said that before. I mean where?”

“Honey…”

“Oh my God. Alright, forget I asked.” She laughed, covering her ears dramatically like a child hiding from a scary bedtime story. “I’ve heard you. That’s enough.”

Stefan chuckled. The deep, rich kind that vibrated softly in His chest. Now, she was smiling.

He couldn’t believe how adorably innocent she was. No one would ever think that this was the same Mia who could go head-to-head with Samuel Meyer and anyone in an argument, sharp-tongued and unshakable. Yet here she was…….. blushing over the word honeymoon like it held some mythical power.

The car slowed to a stop. The driver stepped out, and Stefan immediately followed.

He walked over to her side, his footsteps composed, smooth. Then, with the gentlest touch, he opened the door for her like it was his life’s honor.

Mia stepped out. And then… her eyes nearly popped….. when she saw it.

Her breath hitched.

The private jet stood there in all its pristine, silver-and-white glory……. bathed in subtle ground lights, almost glowing against the night sky. It was sleek, powerful… and theirs. Bold initials were etched across the body in elegant cursive:

M.S.S.

Mia Stefan Sterling. That was their names. Theirs. Her name was before his, like he was letting her lead. Something had dad had never let her do.

Her hands instinctively flew to her lips as emotion welled in her chest. It wasn’t just the grandness of it. It was the thought. The care. The way he didn’t just talk…. he showed. She hadn’t even fully digested what being married to Stefan meant, but now… it was hitting her in the most beautiful way.

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SCHE WASNT MOXXUSH SWE KNEW WHY HE WAS DOING THIS

She turned to him. The previous anger disappearing with the wind.

He was watching her. Not the jet. Just her. Taking in every blink, every breath, every shift in her expression….. like her joy was his fuel.

Without a word, she moved toward him. Her heart pounding in a rhythm she couldn’t control. She didn’t wait for permission. She didn’t even think. Or let her mind talk her out of what she was about doing.

She leaned in and kissed him. Soft. Full. Grateful.

Her fingers curled around the lapels of his tuxedo as her lips lingered against his.

Stefan stiffened only for a moment….. caught off guard by the suddenness of it. Then, slowly, his hands found her waist and his lips responded, patient yet firm, returning the kiss with equal tenderness.

When they finally pulled apart, Mia looked up at him, eyes slightly dazed. Stefan’s gaze remained on hers, calm… and a little smug.

“Well,” he said, voice low and teasing, “if that’s the kind of thank you I get for buying a jet….

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Mia smacked his chest lightly, trying not to smile. But her heart couldn’t help but to trip.

And she suddenly had a feeling this honeymoon wasn’t just going to be a trip…. it was going to be a memory carved into her bones forever.

She stepped into the jet, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe. The interior was breathtaking….. sleek, warm and luxurious. Cream-colored leather seats, golden lights that felt like dusk, and glass panels that reflected everything in soft glows. It didn’t look like a plane. It looked like a dream built in the clouds.

She turned slowly, taking it all in, until her eyes caught Stefan already watching her. That intense gaze of his again. The one that always made her feel seen in ways she didn’t know she wanted to be.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, running her hand lightly over the armrest like she didn’t want to smudge it.

He remained quiet and just stare

at her. She blinked, then turned to him with a hesitant smile. “You know… my dad had one of these. But, I never got to sit in it.” He raised a brow slightly.

“Whenever there was a business trip, he’d ask me to go ahead first. Said he had other things to attend to. So I always took business class.” Stefan’s jaw tightened slightly but he said nothing yet.

Mia continued, looking out the wide jet window now. Her voice softer. “Then two days after he introduced Ethan to the world, I saw pictures. They’d flown together. On his J. He even showed Ethan everything. The compartments, the flight deck…everything.”

There was a pause. Heavy but quiet. Like the air wanted to grieve with her.

She didn’t turn to look at Stefan, not immediately. But she felt him move…. his footsteps quiet, deliberate.

When his voice came, it was deep, certain, close. “No one,” he said, “will ever make you feel like you don’t deserve anything again.” Mia turned slowly to face him.

His eyes met hers. Steady. Fierce. “You’re my wife. Contract or not. You’re now Mia Sterling.”

Her heart clenched…… just a sharp squeeze, then a flood of warmth. She felt it rush to her chest, to her fingers, to the back of her throat.

But before the moment could settle in her too deeply, her mind flinched. She was his wife. Contract or not.

Just a contract.

She gave a small and distant smile, then slowly turned her maze back to the window.

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