บททั้งหมดของ I Married His Enemy: Return Of The Forgotten Princess : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

The dining hall glittered beneath a chandelier, but the shine couldn’t mask the storm brewing at the long table. Crystal glasses clinked, silver cutlery was placed, and the scent of roasted lamb mingled with expensive wine. Cassie sat beside Nikolai, her hands folded tightly on her lap. Even after the little happy moment, she still couldn't help it. Across from her sat Lydia, graceful and infuriating, with her parents flanking her like royal guards. Rafael and Harlow took their places, both trying... unsuccessfully... to mask their irritation. For a while, conversation was polite. Gloria asked about Emily, her voice gentle as she fussed over her granddaughter. The Beaumonts spoke about their travels abroad. Lydia smiled too sweetly, commenting on the “beautifully restored” house. But everyone knew it was only a matter of time before the pleasantries cracked. And Lydia struck first. “So, Cassie,” Lydia began, swirling her wine as her eyes gleamed with quiet hatred.

Cassie’s throat tightened, gratitude swelling in her chest so fiercely that it ached. But the ache of humiliation lingered because no matter how sharp Gloria’s defense, the poison had been planted. Doubt and whispers. The kind that lived behind the heart long after the words were spoken. Beside her, Nikolai’s thumb brushed her palm in a slow circle. His silence wasn’t a weakness. It was his shield. He was waiting. He hadn’t spoken yet, but Cassie could feel his fury radiating through his body. His grip on her hand suddenly tightened until her bones ached, and his jaw clenched so hard she thought it might snap. Finally, he spoke. “Mother,” he said calmly but dangerously, “you don’t need to waste your breath. Cassie and Emily don’t answer to anyone.” He said curtly. Cassie’s heart swelled with warmth, even in the midst of the chaos in her heart. Mrs. Beaumont tittered, her laugh brittle. “Oh, Nikolai, always so protective. We meant no harm, my son.” But Cassie saw it... the smir

They stormed up the stairs into Nikolai’s bedroom. He laid Emily gently on the massive bed, her tiny body looking even smaller against the vastness of the silk sheets. Cassie collapsed beside her, stroking Emily’s damp hair and rubbing her small hands furiously to keep her warm. “Stay with me, baby. Please, stay with me,” she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks endlessly. Gloria pressed trembling fingers to her lips, her eyes brimming with tears she could no longer hold back. “My baby… my sweet baby. God, please save her…” she muttered brokenly, pacing in circles. Rafaael and Harlow hovered near the door, wide-eyed and helpless, their hearts beating out of rhythm. Stacy clung to Cassie, both of them unable to even breathe. Lucas’s fists clenched and unclenched as he tried to mask his panic, though the twitch in his jaw betrayed him. That was his granddaughter, for goodness' sake! How could he not panic? The room was filled with the sound of Cassie’s quiet pleas and the

“I---I went to pick up a call,” she stammered. “That’s all.” Her answer was flimsy, too flimsy, which didn't sit well with everyone. Rafael arched a brow, refusing to let it go. “Really? Strange timing. Everyone else was inside. The room was full. Yet you… You were conveniently right there to pick up a call?” "I was also thinking the same. Just what were the odds for such a coincidence? Hmph!" Harlow huffed and crossed his arms on his chest as he gazed intently at Lydia. Lydia’s lips trembled before she suddenly shot to her feet, throwing her hands up dramatically. “What are you trying to say, Rafael? That I pushed her? That I wanted to harm Emily?” Her voice quivered with fake outrage. “I don’t even know how to swim properly, yet I risked my life to save her! And this is the thanks I get? Accusations?” Her mother gasped in horror. “Outrageous!” Mrs. Beaumont barked angrily at the accusation. “How dare you speak to my daughter this way! She saved the child! And you... ungrateful

Nikolai’s knuckles cracked as he slammed his fist into the table beside the laptop, the sound echoing like a gunshot. “Find her!” His roared. “I want every guard, every camera, every road checked. She can not have gone far. FIND HER NOW!!!” Ronie bowed quickly, signaling to the other men in black who rushed out without hesitation. Cassie flinched at the sound of his fury, but she didn’t look up. Her arms were locked tightly around Emily, who whimpered softly in her sleep as though sensing the storm raging around her. “Niko,” Gloria tried, her voice trembling. “Please---” Nikolai turned on her, his eyes bloodshot, and his voice razor-sharp. “A maid under your roof tried to murder my daughter. My daughter. And you want me to calm down? Mom!” Gloria flinched back, her tears spilling faster. “I-I didn’t know...” “Didn’t know?” His laugh was hollow and bitter. It wasn't a laugh at all. “A stone doesn’t magically appear by the pool. A servant doesn’t suddenly turn into a monst