Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Married His Enemy: Return Of The Forgotten Princess : Kabanata 241 - Kabanata 250

Adrian leaned forward, every word weighing on him. He frowned, "Obsessed?" Thomas nodded painfully. “Lucas didn’t love her, Adrian. He was kind to her, yes, but only as a friend. He was engaged to Gloria Baldwin at the time. They were deeply in love, everyone could see it. But your mother didn't care. She was infatuated. She followed Lucas around, found out where he was stationed, wrote him letters, even showed up at his base once pretending to be sick or any excuse to be near him. Lucas rejected her over and over again." Thomas paused, his eyes distant. "Then one night, everything changed. She found out Lucas was celebrating with fellow soldiers. She drugged his drink. The next morning... he woke up beside her. She told him he raped her." Adrian's jaw dropped slightly. "No... no, that can't be-" "It's the truth," Thomas said quietly. "Lucas was devastated. He tried to do the right thing. He confessed everything to Gloria and to the Rosewoods. But instead of marrying Eliana, the

The music was loud, thumping through the room. The lights were dim and shifting, flashing between blue and red as people danced and laughed. But none of it reached Adrian. He wanted to forget. Forget everything. Every pain. Every lie and betrayal. "Whiskey," he said flatly. "The strongest one you have." The bartender hesitated - Adrian looked pale and distant but poured him a glass anyway. Adrian threw it back in one gulp, wincing at the burn in his throat. Another glass. Then another. And another. Drink after drink, the burn in his throat felt like punishment, a punishment he thought he deserved for being so blind. He stopped counting after the fifth and sat there, his expression blank, staring into the amber liquid swirling in his glass. He didn't even notice the familiar face coming his way until he heard a voice that called his name at first. "Adrian?" He turned sluggishly, blinking through his haze. Veronica stood there, hair flowing over one shoulder, his lips pai

Adrian woke to the sound of birds chirping faintly through thin curtains. His head throbbed violently, like a hammer striking his skull from the inside. He groaned, pressing his palm against his forehead as he tried to sit up. The moment he did, a sharp pain shot through his temples, forcing him to fall back onto the soft mattress. Wait... something was off. Everything smelled like perfume. Sweet... Floral. It's definitely not his scent. Blinking against the faint light, his gaze wandered around the unfamiliar room. The walls were... It wasn't a dull shade, but the soft pastel kind, calming yet undeniably feminine. A small vanity sat by the corner, cluttered with skincare bottles and perfume. The air was filled with the scent of roses and warm soap. Adrian frowned. 'Where the hell am I?' This was not his apartment. Not his bed. Not his sheets. And absolutely not his mother's place either. He sat up again, slower this time, his mind scrambling to put together fragments of

The morning sunlight filled the wide windows of the penthouse. But despite the beauty of the day, the atmosphere inside the house was heavy. Cassie stood in front of the kitchen counter with a frown on her face as she flipped pancakes and placed them on a plate for Emily. Every clang of the utensils, every scrape of the pan, was loud enough to show her irritation. Across the kitchen, Nikolai leaned against the doorframe, watching her with an apologetic frown. He'd been trying since last night to get her to talk to him, to forgive him, but Cassie was stubborn. She hadn't even looked him properly in the eye since he returned home. She even slept with their daughter instead of him. Emily sat on the dining chair with her legs swinging happily as she hummed one of her favorite cartoon tunes, oblivious-or perhaps pretending to be oblivious to the tension between her parents. "Good morning, my little sunshine," Nikolai greeted, crouching next to her with a smile. Emily grinned wide

"You two can go about it. I'm going to meet my manager." Veronica said with a wink before she left Cassie and Adrian. The air instantly became thick with unease the moment Veronica left. Cassie stood there, one hand clutching the strap of her handbag, watching Adrian as he avoided her gaze. The lively, confident manager she was used to seeing now looked strangely subdued. She wondered what could have possibly happened to him. Was it because of his small fight with Nikolai? But that shouldn't affect him too much like this, right? “Um,” Cassie started, shifting slightly. “I should go greet Rafael—” “Wait,” Adrian said suddenly, his tone a little sharper than he intended. Then he took a slow breath, trying to soften it. “Can we… talk? In my office.” Cassie hesitated. The way he said it... It wasn’t about business. Not really. But she nodded anyway. “Alright.” His office was on the third floor. It was always organized, everything in perfect order - the faint scent of his col