《I Married His Enemy: Return Of The Forgotten Princess 》全部章節：第 141 章 - 第 150 章

Raymond slammed the phone onto his desk so hard that the screen cracked. The sharp sound echoed through his office, but he didn’t care. His chest rose and fell violently, every breath scraping his throat like fire. “She thinks she can talk to me like that?” he muttered under his breath, pacing across the wide room like a caged animal. “She thinks she can throw me away and then watch me fall?” The floor-to-ceiling windows behind him reflected his image back at him. He barely recognized the man staring back. "Raymond, calm down..." Rachael tried to speak after a while. “Not now!” Raymond barked. He whipped around, his eyes bloodshot. He looked nothing like the powerful CEO he once was. “Don’t you dare tell me to calm down, Rachael!” he spat. “Do you realize what’s happening? The board is threatening to pull out, investors are withdrawing, and every damn headline in the city is dragging my name through the mud! And now...” his voice broke into a bitter laugh, “...now Cassie thin

The Vanderbilt estate had been tranquil that morning. Well, everyone tried to pretend everything was okay. Raymond had just begun to patch together the fragments of his shattered empire, scrambling to project control again after weeks of chaos. But before he could breathe, another storm hit. This time, it wasn’t him... it was Rachael. The entertainment world woke up to an explosion. Headlines screamed across every platform: “Scandal in the Industry: Actress Rachael Brown, Also Known As The Vixen, Caught in Hotel Tryst with Mystery Older Man!” #RachaelExposed. #VanderbiltScandal. #SleepingYourWayToTheTop. Thousands of posts spread like wildfire. Screenshots. Blurred yet unmistakable photos of Rachael in a dimly lit hotel room, tangled in sheets, her bare skin exposed beside a man at least twice her age. The angle was grainy, but the implication was crystal clear. And with the internet being merciless, the captions wrote themselves: > “So THIS is how she got her roles.” “Sl

In his little secret apartment, the phones wouldn’t stop ringing. Raymond sat slumped in his study, an untouched glass of whiskey sweating on the desk. He hadn’t answered a single call all morning, but when the shrill tone came again, he finally snapped and picked it up. It was his mother. “Raymond! What the hell is going on this time around?” her sharp voice came through the line. “The family name is being dragged through the mud! Investors are calling your father. Reporters are calling ME! Do you understand the disgrace you’re bringing on us?” Raymond pinched the bridge of his nose, his temples throbbing. “Mother, like I said, I’m handling it.” “Handling it?!” she barked. “You’re letting your mistress embarrass us! You should have gotten rid of Rachael the moment she started pulling you down. She’s a liability!” Before he could answer, another voice chimed in... his sister, who had clearly taken the phone from her mother. “Ray, she’s right. Rachael’s trash now. C

Cassie’s breath hitched. In the past. Just like that. No more explanation? But to her, it didn’t feel like the past. Not anymore. If Lydia is back, then things aren't gonna be that easy for her anymore. A rivalry? Cassie’s pulse pounded in her ears. She couldn’t stop staring at Nikolai, her husband, the man she thought she knew completely, or perhaps she thought she knew. Her chest tightened as if invisible hands were pressing down, making it hard to breathe. “In the past?” she repeated softly, her voice trembling. “That’s all you have to say?” Nikolai shifted Emily in his arms, his jaw tightening as his gaze locked on his daughter’s innocent face. For a long moment, he didn’t respond. That silence broke something inside Cassie. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Her voice rose, cracking under the strain. “We’ve shared everything, Nikolai. I’ve trusted you with my demons, my scars, my enemies... but you couldn’t tell me you were once engaged?” Harlow crossed his arms, glaring da

By the time they pulled up to the Rosewood mansion, Cassie’s nerves were frayed. The entire car ride had been thick with unspoken words. No one knew what to say. Emily dozed peacefully in her seat, unaware of the storm brewing, while Cassie sat stiffly beside Nikolai, her hand clenched tight in her lap. Harlow leaned forward from the back front seat, whispering dramatically to Cassie. “Babe, if she tries anything, just give me the signal, and I’ll ‘accidentally’ spill wine on her designer dress. Preferably red wine.” Rafael nearly caused an accident when he heard his little boyfriend’s words. Could he be any less shameless? Cassie stifled a laugh, but her lips trembled. “You’re not helping.” “I am helping. I’m comic relief,” Harlow shot back with a grin. Nikolai glanced at them through the rearview mirror, his jaw twitching. “You’re not doing anything,” he said sharply. “Stay quiet, both of you.” Harlow threw up his hands. “Fine, fine. I’ll behave. Mostly. I can't prom