All Chapters of I Married His Enemy: Return Of The Forgotten Princess : Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

A WEEK LATER! The morning sun spilled through the curtains of Rafael's penthouse. Harlow blinked awake first. It wasn't surprising. He always woke before Rafael. Rafael slept like the dead, heavy and peaceful, while Harlow's mind woke the moment daylight reached him, like he had an internal alarm set to the universe. He turned his head to look at Rafael. His man was sleeping on his stomach, one arm wrapped loosely around Harlow's waist as if even in unconsciousness, he refused to let him go. Rafael's dark hair was messy, strands falling over his forehead. The sunlight kissed his back, highlighting the faint scars across his shoulder blades-memories of battles he rarely spoke about. Harlow smiled softly. "God, how could someone look that good while sleeping?" He reached out, brushing Rafael's hair from his eyes before kissing his forehead. Rafael just shifted lightly on the bed Harlow chuckled quietly at his cuteness. He wondered how a big, handsome man could be childlike

The dining table was filled with food and plates arranged with a care that practically screamed Harlow had hovered over Rafael until he got it right. Harlow clapped his hands once, a gentle but unmistakably delighted sound, and said with that bright grin that always made Rafael melt a little, “Alright, everyone, to the table, before the food gets cold and before I start eating everything myself.” Cassie laughed softly, brushing a loose curl behind her ear. The tension she’d been carrying since the Vanderbilt tragedy had loosened over the week, but something still lingered in her. Still, the sight of the long table, the presence of friends, and the thought of eating a meal she didn’t have to pretend to enjoy brought a genuine warmth to her heart. She sat beside Harlow, who immediately linked their arms playfully. Veronica sat on the opposite side, flinging her purse onto the nearest chair with dramatic flair. Adrian stood stiffly for a moment before Rafael nudged him into a s

The wine had barely been finished when Rafael made the grave mistake, the fatal, catastrophic, world-ending mistake, of opening another bottle and sliding it across the table toward Nikolai and Adrian with the kind of grin that could only belong to a man who had given up on rationality. Cassie stared at them with a sinking feeling in her stomach, because she could already tell, from the way Adrian’s eyes were beginning to glaze and Nikolai’s lips were stretching into a dangerously mischievous smile, that the night had decided to transform itself into something unholy. “Raf,” Cassie warned, pointing a finger at him. “If something happens, I’m blaming you.” Rafael shrugged and poured himself a glass, more like half the bottle. “Something always happens,” he declared cheerfully. “It’s our curse. We don’t get normal. Ever.” Adrian clinked his glass against Nikolai’s with exaggerated enthusiasm. “To brotherhood,” he slurred, spilling half the wine onto his shirt. Nikolai slapped the ta

Gloria had had enough of the chaos. She raised her bat to put some sense into them. Cassie wanted to cry. Not out of sadness… But out of pure secondhand embarrassment as she watched Adrian, Nikolai, and Rafael run, no, wobble, down the polished hallway like three toddlers who had just tasted freedom for the first time in their lives. And the worst part? They were fast. Drunk, but fast. “Cassieeee!” Adrian yelled, pointing at her from the end of the hallway. “Tell Gloria to put down that bat! She’s looking at me like I’m a piñata!” Gloria didn’t even blink. She tightened her grip and lifted the bat slightly. “I’m considering it,” she said calmly. Cassie groaned. “Mom, please... just… don’t.” Harlow massaged his temples. “I thought we were bringing them here to calm down. Why does it look like we brought them here to DIE?” “Because we did,” Veronica muttered. “We absolutely, one hundred percent did.” A loud THUD echoed from upstairs. Everyone froze. Then Nikolai’s voice t

Nikolai flopped back on the floor. Rafael covered his ears dramatically. Adrian physically recoiled like he had been shot. “Baby…” Nikolai whispered in agony. “Please lower your voice. Daddy’s fragile. Daddy’s dying.” Emily giggled and immediately launched herself onto her father’s lap. “Daddy cheated at hide and seek!” Nikolai groaned like the accusation itself was painful. “Not so loud, sweetheart… daddy’s soul is vibrating.” Adrian lifted his head slowly. “…Did we really play hide and seek?” “Yes,” Cassie answered, sipping water like someone who had given up on life. “In the mansion,” Veronica added, wiping sleep from her eyes. “At three in the morning,” Harlow finished, still half sliding off the chair. Rafael finally peered up from the floor. “I have absolutely no memory of that,” he claimed confidently. Emily pointed at him with the dramatic authority of a judge. “You, Uncle Raf, got stuck under the table!” Rafael’s soul visibly escaped his body. “