บททั้งหมดของ I Married His Enemy: Return Of The Forgotten Princess : บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

Cassie gripped the edge of her seat. “Adrian…” “It’s fine,” he murmured. “You’re safe with me.” The way he said it calmly made her stomach twist. Ava leaned closer and whispered, “Miss Cassie, I think someone really is following us.” Adrian smiled in the mirror. “Maybe it’s your… husband’s bodyguards again?” The sarcasm in his voice was undeniable. Cassie didn’t answer. Then, abruptly, Adrian’s car stopped. The tires screeched lightly against the asphalt Cassie flinched. "What-what's going on?" Adrian’s expression was unreadable. His green eyes flickered in the rear-view mirror. “Someone’s blocking our way,” he said flatly. Cassie leaned forward to see through the windshield and froze. A car was indeed parked across the narrow road, cutting them off completely. For a heartbeat, she couldn't breathe. Was it the paparazzi? Then, recognition flickered in her eyes. She smiled faintly, her tension dissolving. "Thanks for the ride," she said quickly, unbuckling her seatbelt. "

The car came to a stop before the towering wrought-iron gates. Adrian sat inside for a long moment, his fingers drumming rhythmically against the seat. He didn’t move. For nearly fifteen minutes, he simply sat there, staring at the gate. The driver cleared his throat once but said nothing. No one dared to rush Adrian Montgomery. That's a death wish. Finally, Adrian exhaled sharply and pushed the door open. He adjusted his cufflinks as if the motion might steady him. He looked up at the gate one last time before pressing his palm to the scanner. The massive gates opened with a deep mechanical hum. The moment he stepped in, the familiar sound of movement filled the air. Bodyguards in dark suits patrolled along the perimeter walls. Maids were sweeping the long walkway, and gardeners were trimming hedges that lined the vast courtyard even in the evening. The scent of freshly cut grass mingled with the faint aroma of roses. It should’ve felt like home. But it

Inside the grand ballroom of the Rosewood resort, every inch screamed luxury... white roses cascading from crystal vases, gold-rimmed tables neatly arranged, and a massive chandelier illuminating the hall like a constellation. The scent of lilies and expensive perfume filled the space, wrapping the evening in elegance. Classical music is the venue, mingling with laughter, camera flashes, and the clinking of champagne glasses. Across the hall, Lucas and Gloria stood side by side, the picture of grace and power. Lucas, dignified in a dark gray suit, his face full of smiles, greeted guests with the warmth of a seasoned patriarch. Gloria, draped in violet silk, radiated quiet strength as she accepted compliments and laughter with ease. Beside them, Stacey stood with a champagne flute in hand, her expression composed but detached. "Smile, dear," Gloria whispered to her. "You look like you'd rather be anywhere but here." "I would," Stacey muttered, forcing a polite grin for a passin

The room felt alive. Laughter. Clinking glasses. Gentle music. But all of that faded when she walked in. The grand doors at the far end of the ballroom opened once again, and every pair of eyes instinctively turned. Veronica. She stood beneath the arched doorway, her figure illuminated by the golden light of the chandeliers. Her gown was a deep, seductive shade of crimson, the kind that commanded attention and promised trouble. The fabric hugged her curves like a sin, glittering faintly with every movement. Her hair cascaded in perfect waves, and her lips painted a bold scarlet to match her dress. She looked like temptation personified, beautiful, confident, and dangerous. And she knew it. A subtle, knowing smile curved her lips as she stepped inside. The whispers began immediately, rippling through the crowd. "Is that... Veronica?" "She actually came?" "After everything that happened, she and Cassie. Like the internet thing a few months ago?" "This night just got inter

Raymond chuckled. "Relax. Like I said, I'm not talking about business. I'm talking about..." His gaze slid deliberately to Cassie, his smirk returning. "...people." The muscles in Nikolai's jaw flexed. But before he could punch him, a hand grabbed his. Cassie felt her stomach twist, but she stood her ground. "Raymond," she said firmly, meeting his eyes. "You don't belong here. Why are you really here?" For a heartbeat, his smile faltered. Then he stepped closer, close enough that Cassie could smell his cologne - expensive, familiar, and suffocating. "Why?" he repeated softly. "Maybe I missed the old times. Or maybe..." His gaze darted briefly toward Nikolai. "...I wanted to see if you've truly moved on like you pretend to be." Cassie's breath caught in her throat. The words were a challenge. But she didn't need to prove anything to such an asshole. Before she could respond, Nikolai stepped forward, pulling her slightly behind him. His voice was a low growl. "Say one more w