บททั้งหมดของ I Married His Enemy: Return Of The Forgotten Princess : บทที่ 261 - บทที่ 270

It was almost dark outside, yet Adrian remained in his office, staring blankly at the documents scattered across his desk. Everyone had gone home hours ago. He was the only one left, motionless, haunted, and unwilling to face what awaited him. For the first time in a long while, Adrian felt afraid. Not of power, not of failure, but of confronting his mother. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. He exhaled deeply, pushing himself up from the chair. “You can’t run from this forever,” he muttered under his breath, grabbing his car keys. By the time he reached his mother’s mansion, the clock had already struck ten. The lights in her room were still on. The familiar scent of her perfume hit him the moment he walked through the hall, rich, elegant, and suffocating. A maid greeted him timidly at the staircase, whispering that Madam Eliana was in her bedroom. Adrian hesitated at her door. For a moment, he wished he could turn back. But no, this was long overdue. He knoc

She flung a look at him with something that was almost pure contempt. “If you walk away,” she said, small and hateful, “then I will forget you. You are no son of mine if you take their side.” And as she stood there, trembling, eyes wild and desperate, Adrian took a slow step back. Then he turned away, disappointment and pain written all over his face. Eliana reached a hand toward him, but he didn’t stop. Didn’t look back. The door closed behind him with a hollow thud, leaving Eliana standing amidst the wreckage of her own making, her reflection fractured in every shard of broken glass around her. She blinked rapidly, panic swirling into rage. “It’s the Rosewoods,” she muttered to herself, her voice trembling and her sanity unraveling by the second. “They took everything from me once… and now, they’re trying to take him too.” Her breathing steadied. Slowly, her eyes hardened. “They won’t win,” she whispered coldly. “Not again.” And just like that, the fragile mask of the distrau

The knock on her door came hard and loud, jerking Veronica out of her half-sleep. She blinked groggily at the clock. 2:14 a.m. “For crying out loud…” she muttered, dragging herself off the couch. Her hair was in a loose, messy bun, her oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder. The pounding continued. She swung the door open, irritation blazing in her eyes, only to find no one there. Then her phone buzzed violently on the coffee table. She snatched it up and answered without checking. “What?!” “...Vee…” The voice on the other end was low, cracked, slurred, unmistakably Adrian. She froze. “Adrian? Are you drunk again?” There was a muffled sound, a laugh maybe. “Maybe… just a little.” She exhaled, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You’ve got to be kidding me. It’s two in the morning. I have work in four hours!” “...Come get me,” he mumbled. Her tone went flat. “Excuse me?” “Come get me, Vee. Please.” The faint crack in his voice made her stop. For all his arrogance and re

Noisy... so noisy... Adrian frowned, groaning softly as he turned on the bed. The noise grew louder, muffled voices, the clinking of glass, and bursts of laughter. His eyes opened slowly, the light stabbing through his hangover like a knife. “Where… the hell…” he muttered, rubbing his temples. This wasn’t his room. The ceiling was higher, the air smelled faintly of roses and something freshly baked. He squinted, trying to recognize his surroundings. The classroom? No. He’d slept there once before, and this wasn’t it. The sheets were soft, the curtains heavy, the furniture elegant. This couldn’t be Veronica's room either. He sat up too fast, and pain shot through his skull. “Damn…” His hand went to his forehead as he swung his legs off the bed. The room was quiet except for those distant, overlapping voices. They sounded oddly familiar yet so unfamiliar. Where the hell was he? He stumbled toward the door, turned the handle, and stepped out into the hallway. The scent of co

Camila didn't answer. She dragged him toward the front door despite his protests. "You've embarrassed this family enough, Angelo." "Mom!" The door slammed with such force that everyone flinched. It was eerily silent now. Camila stood there for a moment, her hand still on the doorknob and her shoulders trembling with fury. When she turned back toward the table, her eyes glistened with anger and shame. "Forgive me," she said quietly. "I should have raised him better." No one replied. They didn't need to. It wasn't Camila's fault. Angelo had been a handful of a problem since childhood. Gloria lowered her gaze and sighed deeply. This wasn't how they wanted things to go. Lucas's jaw worked as he tried to steady his voice. But when he opened his mouth, nothing came out. Nikolai exhaled heavily and pushed his plate aside. He'd lost his appetite. Emily clung to Cassie's arm, confused by the sudden change in mood. Adrian sat motionless. His eyes were distant and unfocused - stari