All Chapters of I Married His Enemy: Return Of The Forgotten Princess : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

When they stopped in front of a double-door room, Nikolai pushed one door open and stepped aside. “This will be your room for now,” he said in that low, controlled tone he always carried, the kind that gave nothing away. “I’ll take care of your enlistment in the army. I’ve already had clothes brought for you. They’re in the closet along with other essentials you might need. If there’s anything else you need, you can let me know, and I will get it for you.” Cassie glanced past him into the room and her eyes slightly widened. It was beautiful, but it felt like someone's dream room... mostly, a girl. There was no warmth here, only perfection. She nodded without much thought. She wasn't going to be there for much longer anyway. It's just a place to sleep. But she had to admit, Nikolai’s action was… efficient. Too damn efficient. It was comforting, in a way, but there was also a wall in every word, every gesture, as if he made sure nothing between them became too personal. Nikolai

Cassie stirred from the light coming from half-drawn curtains and slowly, she opened her eyes. Her head felt heavy, but not painfully, so - more like she'd been swimming in a dream and had surfaced too quickly. She pushed herself up slowly, blinking against the gentle brightness until her eyes adjusted. It took her a few seconds to realize she was in her own guest bed again. She frowned in confusion. The last thing she remembered was... Her heart stuttered as the memories flooded her head. The wine cabinet... The spinning room... She stumbled into Nikolai's study like some half-mad intruder. The sound of his voice - sharp, cold - asking her who had told her she could get drunk in his house. And then... Cassie's breath caught in her throat. Th-- the kiss... Her fingertips tingled at the memory - though she'd reached for him, desperate for something she couldn't even name. How her lips had pressed against his, the taste of wine lingering between them. The feeling of his initial r

The reality of the moment hit Cassie like a wave. This was goodbye... for two years. She forced herself to stand tall, adjusting the strap of her bag, and turned first to Harlow. Her best friend looked like he was holding himself together by sheer willpower. His smile trembled and he forced himself not to break down. “Two years will pass quickly,” Cassie said, trying to inject confidence into her voice. “I’ll come back soon, strong, fierce, and ready to take down my enemies.” Harlow’s eyes shone with unshed tears, but he nodded vigorously. “I believe you. And when you return, I’ll be right here, ready to help you bring that asshole and his family down.” His voice cracked slightly on the last word. Cassie’s throat tightened with emotion. She pulled him into a fierce hug, holding him as though she could imprint the moment in her memory. “You’re my family, Harlow. Don’t you forget that.” “Same here,” he whispered, pulling back and wiping his face quickly, as if embarrassed to show t

Rafael was genuinely furious this time around. His anger rolled off him in waves, the kind of fury that didn't need to be told - it was written all over his posture. "Follow me to that bastard's office," he growled without looking back, his voice low and dangerous. "I swear, Nikolai, God so help me. I'm so fucking going to kill you. I don't care if you're my best friend. For this, I will never forgive you!" Harlow had seen Rafael in many moods - teasing, playful, sarcastic, even annoyed - but this? This was different. His anger wasn't loud for show. It was the kind of contained fury that made people in the lobby instinctively move out of his path. And damn it, Harlow hated to admit it, but Rafael looked even more... magnetic and hot like this. His normally relaxed charm had been replaced with a raw, predatory focus, which somehow made him hotter. But beneath that flicker of attraction, there was disbelief. Rafael - the man who always seemed to glide through life like nothin

The sound of heels... that sound... all the employees are very much aware of that sound. Heads turned almost in unison as the glass doors swung open, revealing a woman who could command attention without uttering a single word. Gloria Rosewood. She was elegance personified, draped in a perfectly tailored ivory dress that clung in all the right places. A string of pearls rested around her neck, her makeup pristine, not a hair out of place in her sleek updo. She looked like a queen descending into her kingdom. All the employees rose immediately, bowing their heads with respectful greetings. “Chairwoman Rosewood, welcome.” “Good morning, Madam Gloria.” Gloria barely acknowledged them, her sharp eyes scanning the lobby as if searching for prey. Her painted lips curled in disdain but not to the employees. “Chairwoman my ass! Where’s that brat of a son of mine?” she demanded, her voice loud enough to carry across the whole building. The employees exchanged nervous glances. Nothin