All Chapters of I Married His Enemy: Return Of The Forgotten Princess : Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

The afternoon sun was high above the skyline. Regina, ever poised and proud, stepped out of the luxury boutique with her daughter, Mabel, in tow. “Honestly, Mabel,” she said, adjusting the diamond-studded sunglasses on her face. “I don’t understand how that girl dares to show her face in our lives again.” Mabel rolled her eyes, her tone dripping with disgust. “Cassie McCarthy Rosewood, or whatever name she calls herself now, is delusional. She thinks she can waltz back into our lives after what she did?” Regina scoffed. “Delusional doesn’t even begin to describe her. That little snake should’ve stayed buried with her parents. Your brother was far too kind to her. I warned him she was nothing but trouble.” The mother and daughter strolled toward the parking lot, their arms full of shopping bags, Chanel, Dior, Prada, each one a symbol of their wealth and vanity. Regina walked with the same regal posture she always had, head held high, chin tilted slightly upward, her perfume waft

EARLIER!!! The afternoon sun streamed through the wide hospital windows, indifferent to pain, shining too brightly for what was about to come. Raymond had barely slept. The sound of the heart monitor in his private ward had become an unbearable reminder of his own fragility. His accident, though not fatal, had shaken him more than he wanted to admit. He’d spent most of the time staring at the ceiling, thinking about Cassie, her cold eyes, her defiance, the way she looked at him like he was nothing. And then there was the accident. His car hadn’t just “malfunctioned.” He was certain of it. He could still see the way the steering wheel jerked out of his grip, the tires screaming against the asphalt before everything went black. He knew it wasn't a coincidence. Cassie’s name lingered in his mind like poison. When his phone rang, he didn’t expect the world to end. He reached for it lazily, pressing it to his ear with a groggy sigh. “What is it?” The voice, on the other hand, t

Nikolai’s eyes darkened as he leaned closer, brushing her cheek with his thumb, soft and intimate, but his voice held firmness. “You were in the army, Cassie. You were trained to act. To handle threats. To eliminate enemies.” Her heart lurched at the word. Enemies? “You were prepared for this long before this day. You came back to take revenge on the Vanderbilts,” he said. “You think your hands are stained? Cassie… you’ve handled far worse. The difference is that this time, you feel something.” “I shouldn’t feel it,” she whispered. “You shouldn’t,” he agreed coldly. “Not for them.” Cassie swallowed, her throat tightening. Nikolai leaned even closer, his forehead almost touching hers. “The Vanderbilts are not innocent civilians. They are the reason your parents are dead. The reason your first child was stolen. The reason you learned to wake up fighting.” His tone dipped lower, and harder. “They are the enemy, Cassie. They killed your parents without mercy. And you’re questio

Cassie bit her lip, trying to hold back tears. She knew she shouldn't feel this way. Heck! He didn't feel sorry for any of the Vanderbilts. She just feels burdened by her actions. “I can’t even look at my daughter now. Emily climbed on my lap this morning, and I... I flinched away from her.” “And why is that?” Nikolai asked softly. “Because these hands...” She lifted them, trembling. “These hands killed someone.” Nikolai’s expression changed in an instant, not anger, but something colder. “Cassandra,” he said, his voice dropping into a tone he rarely used. “Do you think the army trained you to bake cookies?” Cassie froze. No one had ever used her full name in decades. She had even made her parents change her birth certificate from Cassandra McCarthy to Cassie McCarthy. And Nikolai just called her that... which means he wasn't joking around. He meant business. “You were molded into a weapon,” Nikolai said. “A tool forged to protect the people you love. If your hands killed an e

The world did not react slowly. It reacted hungrily. Within minutes of Nikolai's files hitting the first journalist's inbox, phones began vibrating inside newsrooms across the country. The first reporter opened the package expecting a tip, maybe a whisper of gossip, only to freeze when she saw the avalanche of evidence inside. She blinked... Scrolled... and scrolled again. And then her blood ran cold. Economic crimes... Medical exploitation... Political bribery... Human trafficking associates... Illegal weapons shipments tucked beneath "charity goods"... This wasn't a scandal. It was a dynasty rotting from the core. "Holy sh*t," the journalist whispered. "This..." This could bring down an entire family." She didn't waste another second. One email. One forward button. One broadcast editor with a taste for breaking things wide open. And then... BOOM. The first news station ran the headline. Then the second... Then the fifth. Then the entire country lit up like a dry f