THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: MARRY TO RIVAL'S SON

Chapter 7 BECOMING MRS STERLING

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. She didn't bother reading through the details. She hated being questioned, hated being challenged, and she was

heading on the first document: "Contract

tation, she pressed the pen to the paper and si

for a moment as she stared at the title, her heart quickening. This wasn't just a formality. This wasn't

t she forced herself to take a deep breat

, like a work of art. Her name would be here forever, printed neatly in ink, a symbol of the moment she chose to step into a new life. Mia inhaled deeply

ke the weight of the decision had finally settled on her shoulders. She placed the pen down besi

but studying her. His expression was unreadable, as it often was, but there was something in the way his brows were slightly drawn together, the fai

der the intensity. "What?" she asked, he

coffee cup. "Nothing," he said simply, but his eyes never left hers. The corner o

here for that. She was here for he

w, till you leave his house." he had said. And he was right. There was no need for an explanation, she understood perfectly. Her father wasn't someone to take

contracts into his briefcase. Stefan watched her for a moment, his gaze steady, be

sip. "I'll take my car back to my father's place. I won

s, though he didn't say anything immediately. In

, tilting her chin

smallest hint of a smirk tugged at the corner

of the door left Mia alone with her thoughts. She glanced back at the table one last time, at the s

ard her car. She slid into the driver's seat, her hands gripping the wheel tightly for a moment as she stared straight ahe

's house loomed in her mind, a symbol of everything she was leaving behind. The empire, the expectations, the suffocating control, it would all stay here

way of her father's estate, she paused, her hands gripping the wheel tightly as she stared at the grand facade. It

ent as she made her way toward the front door. She hesitated for half a

rsations, the scent of fresh flowers from the arrangements scattered througho

ned. Her pulse quickened, and her grip on the door tightened

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“"Let's get married," Mia declares, her voice trembling despite her defiant gaze into Stefan's guarded brown eyes. She needs this, even if he seems untouchable. Stefan raises a skeptical brow. "And why would I do that?" His voice was low, like a warning, and it made her shiver even though she tried not to show it. "We both have one thing in common," Mia continues, her gaze unwavering. "Shitty fathers. They want to take what's ours and give it to who they think deserves it." A pointed pause hangs in the air. "The only difference between us is that you're an illegitimate child, and I'm not." Stefan studies her, the heiress in her designer armor, the fire in her eyes that matches the burn of his own rage. "That's your solution? A wedding band as a weapon?" He said ignoring the part where she just referred to him as an illegitimate child. "The only weapon they won't see coming." She steps closer, close enough for him to catch the scent of her perfume, gunpowder and jasmine. "Our fathers stole our birthrights. The sole reason they betrayed us. We join forces, create our own empire that'll bring down theirs." A beat of silence. Then, Stefan's mouth curves into something sharp. "One condition," he murmurs, closing the distance. "No divorces. No surrenders. If we're doing this, it's for life" "Deal" Mia said without missing a beat. Her father wants to destroy her life. She wouldn't give him the pleasure, she would destroy her life as she seems fit. ................ Two shattered heirs. One deadly vow. A marriage built on revenge. Mia Meyers was born to rule her father's empire (so she thought), until he named his bastard son heir instead. Stefan Sterling knows the sting of betrayal too. His father discarded him like trash. Now the rivals' disgraced children have a poisonous proposal: Marry for vengeance. Crush their fathers' legacies. Never speak of divorce. Whoever cracks first loses everything. Can these two rivals, united by their vengeful hearts, pull off a marriage of convenience to reclaim what they believe is rightfully theirs? Or will their fathers' animosity, and their own complicated pasts tear their fragile alliance apart?”