I Married His Enemy: Return Of The Forgotten Princess のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

The set had just begun to settle again after Cassie’s explosive tutorial with Rachael. Everyone thought the fire had burned itself out. Maybe, just maybe, they could salvage what was left of the day. But Cassie wasn’t finished. She clapped her hands to gain everyone's attention again. Every eye focused on her yet again. “I think we can make some changes,” Cassie said suddenly, her voice sharp yet confident enough. Cassie crossed her arms. “I’ve read through the script, and I don’t think Rachael’s personality fits this scene.” Her gaze flicked to Rachael, her words a deliberate challenge. “How about we try something different? Let Veronica take the main lead… and Lila can play the antagonist.” For a moment, you could hear a pin drop. Then, the set erupted into chaos. “What did she just say?” someone whispered. “She wants Veronica to lead? Impossible!” “Has she lost her mind?” "This is insanity? Who's she to even have an opinion on this set?" The crew murmured

The set was buzzing with the kind of weary energy that always came after a long shooting day. Lights were dimming, cables were being wound up, and the chatter of cast and crew filled the air as everyone began packing their things. Cassie let out a slow breath, glancing at Veronica and her three mentees... Daniel, Lila, and Evaan... who were still brimming with excitement after the rollercoaster of the day. The trio looked like they didn't want th day to end at the set. Rafael was a few feet away, his hands tucked in his pockets, speaking quietly to one of the producers. Cassie bent down to close her bag. A part of her still felt proud... after all the chaos, she had managed to shine and stand tall against Rachael and didn't let her win. But exhaustion was catching up with her, and the weight of whispers and jealous stares from earlier still lingered in her chest. She wasn’t about to let it show, though. “Alright,” Cassie said, turning to Veronica and the trio, offering the

“Hey… woman.” Suddenly, a cool voice was heard. Every head snapped toward the end of the hall. The voice was cold, almost casual, yet it carried such weight that the entire space seemed to freeze. Cassie’s breath caught in her throat. She knew that voice. It was carved into her memory, equal parts comfort and authority. And then she saw him. Nikolai. He stood just inside the doorway, his gray piercing eyes gleaming by the dim light of the set’s exit sign. His tall frame was wrapped in a perfectly tailored black coat, and though his face was partially hidden by a black mask, there was no mistaking him. The aura he carried was enough. Cassie’s eyes widened in shock, her heart stumbling in her chest. What was he doing here.... now, of all times? “Niko…” she whispered, the name slipping from her lips before she could stop it. Around her, the atmosphere shifted instantly. Veronica gasped softly, recognizing the gravity of the moment. The mentees clutched each other, whispering

The drive to the penthouse was filled in silence at first. The kind of silence that wasn’t empty but comfortable. Rafael, never one to let silence stretch too long, leaned forward from the passenger seat and switched on the radio. A pop song blasted, completely out of place with the brooding energy in the car. “Really?” Nikolai muttered, his hands tightening on his lap. Even the driver was shocked. However, he kept it cool. It wasn't his place to interfere in his boss's life. Rafael shrugged with a grin. “What? We’ve had enough drama for one day. I’m setting the mood. This is what peace sounds like, my friend.” Cassie stifled a laugh, her hand covering her mouth. She glanced at Nikolai from the corner of her eye. His jaw was tight, his mask hiding most of his face, but his eyes... sharp, stormy... flicked briefly toward her, softening when they landed on her laugh. That fleeting look sent a flutter through her chest. Nikolai, having had enough of the mask, removed it and just

Nikolai padded silently through the hall to the bedroom, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt as he went. The heaviness of the day sat on his shoulders, but a hot shower and a few hours of sleep seemed the only cure. His hand reached for the bedroom door, already imagining the soothing relief of water cascading over him. Nikolai opened the bedroom door, expecting the familiar stillness of a dimly lit room. But instead, his entire body went rigid. The sight before him stopped him dead in his tracks. Cassie sat on the edge of their bed, her posture regal and sexy. She wasn’t in her usual pajamas or one of his oversized shirts she often stole without asking. No...tonight she wore a set of black lingerie which clung to her in ways that made his throat go dry. The soft lamp light painted her skin in warm shades of gold, her hair cascading around her shoulders, her legs crossed just enough to tease but not reveal. Nikolai froze, his body tensing as if he’d walked into an ambu