All Chapters of I Married His Enemy: Return Of The Forgotten Princess : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Weeks had passed by since the chaos of Raymond’s company scandal and Rachael’s public humiliation. Time hadn’t healed anything. But things aren't like before either. For the outside world, both of them had somehow managed to climb out of the pit. Raymond’s lawyers had worked day and night to cover his tracks, buying silence where they could and twisting loopholes where they couldn’t. Rachael, though bruised and dragged through the tabloids, had leaned on her acting career with a stubborn defiance. She played the poor, misunderstood star, weeping before cameras, manipulating sympathy, and redirecting the hatred toward anyone but herself. They had survived - but survival wasn’t victory. Inside their home, nothing felt normal again. Raymond and Rachael were no longer partners in the sense of affection or even lust. No, the love was gone. They were just two predators trapped in the same den, circling each other with suspicion, each calculating how to devour the other wit

Emily padded into the kitchen on bare feet. “Mommy? Are you okay? Why is Mommy crying?” she asked, plucking the ruined plate from the floor as though pieces of ceramic could explain the world. Cassie forced a smile that felt like a brittle mask. She was grateful that their babysitter had just arrived. “Go sit with Nanny,” she managed to say. “Be with Nanny and wait. Okay? Mommy’s just… checking something for Daddy.” Emily toddled obediently away, not yet old enough to read the sudden tectonics in Cassie’s face. Cassie stood in the kitchen with shards glittering at her feet and felt as if the room had closed to a tunnel. A dozen practical impulses collided inside her... call Nikolai, call Rafael, call the police... and a raw, animal protectiveness harder than any training seized her. Raymond’s words had a way of re-centring the world: threaten Cassie’s people, and she shifted into an animal who hunted. She should have called Nikolai. She should have dialed the police. Th

A month had passed since the nightmare. Since Raymond’s arrest. Since his screams echoed through the cold corridors of the police station when they dragged him away in cuffs for kidnapping Lila, Daniel, and Ethan. For a while, Cassie had thought it was over. She had even allowed herself a breath of peace. But that illusion had crumbled days later when the news broke that Raymond had been released. Not that it surprised her. Raymond also came from a wealthy family. He's the CEO of the Vanderbilt Corporation and V-Films. Of course, he wouldn't stay in jail for a long time. Cassie had merely lowered her phone, a bitter smirk curving her lips. Beside her, Nikolai’s gaze had been steel-cold. “He’s out,” he’d said simply. “I know.” “You’re not afraid?” Cassie’s eyes had shifted to meet his, burning with fury. “A man like him doesn’t belong in prison, Niko. That’s too easy for him.” She had folded her arms. “I want to dismantle him. Piece by piece. I want him to lose everything he e

Cassie and Emily returned from the supermarket. The soft clatter of grocery bags and Emily’s cheerful voice broke the quiet of the evening. Cassie set the bags down on the kitchen counter, releasing a tired but contented sigh. “Okay, sweetheart, take off your shoes before running to the living room,” she said, glancing at her little girl. Emily giggled and nodded, slipping off her brown boots before darting across the marble floor like a little beam of sunshine. “Daddy! Daddy! We’re home!” Nikolai appeared from the living room, dressed casually in a black shirt and gray sweatpants. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and the soft exhaustion on his face hinted that he’d returned home early, probably to surprise them. Cassie had a sweet smile upon seeing him. “You’re home early.” “I missed my two favorite girls,” Nikolai said warmly, pulling Cassie in for a quick hug and kissing her temple. Then, turning to Emily, he scooped her into his arms. “And how was my little princess’s adv

The Rosewood dining room was a spectacle to behold. Roasted chicken glistened under the golden light, bowls of truffle mashed potatoes sat beside plates of grilled vegetables and garlic butter shrimp, and an expensive bottle of red wine stood proudly at the center. Cassie had to admit, even if every dinner with the Rosewoods came with a dose of chaos, it was never dull. Camila, or rather Aunt Camila, sat beside Gloria like her perfect mirror reflection... except with bleached hair, heavy eyeliner, and the energy of someone who could start a bar fight for fun and still make it look glamorous. She was already in the middle of telling a story, her hands waving animatedly as she recounted her adventures abroad. “…and that’s when the camel refused to move, so I kicked it... not hard, just enough to let it know who’s in charge, and the man beside me shouted something in Arabic that I think meant ‘crazy woman!’” Camila laughed, slapping her palm on the table, startling both Emily