Todos los capítulos de I Married His Enemy: Return Of The Forgotten Princess : Capítulo 301 - Capítulo 310

Lucas continued, his voice gentle but caring, “We owe you an apology.” Adrian froze. His eyes widened slightly, and he blinked, confused. Gloria stepped beside Lucas, resting a hand on her chest. “We didn’t know. Not about your existence. Not about the lies. Not about what was stolen from both you and us.” Lucas nodded. “And now that we do know… we are ready. Truly ready… to be the parents you should’ve had.” Lucas moved closer, his expression heavy with remorse. “And I owe you one too,” Lucas added softly. “For not being there when you took your first breath. For not being there when you scraped your knee. When you had a fever. When you needed protection. When you needed a father.” Adrian blinked hard to hide his emotions. His lips parted but no words came out. Gloria stepped closer, her expression softening even further, something raw and precious. “If you’ll have us, Adrian… I would like to be your stepmother.” Lucas breathed in deeply. “And I would l

When breakfast ended, everything descended into beautiful, hilarious chaos. Rafael and Harlow were the first to leave, but not before pleading dramatically with Stacy for one of her cars. "Please," Rafael clasped his hands like a beggar. "I need to borrow your convertible. I want the wind to carry away my hangover." Stacy stared in disbelief. "That isn't how hangovers work." "It is today." Rafael deadpanned. Harlow pinched the bridge of his nose. "He's taking the black sedan. The one with airbags. I mean, if you don't mind us using it." Rafael groaned but accepted. "Fine. Boring car. But if I die of boredom, it's on all of you." "I can accept giving him that," Stacy said begrudgingly before going to get the car keys for them. Next, Nikolai, Cassie, and Emily prepared to leave, Cassie adjusting Emily's little jacket while Nikolai stood at the door looking inexplicably irritated with how cheerful the household still was. All the attention was given to Adrian and not him. Even Emi

Eliana’s expression cracked... Not dramatically, not with tears streaming down her face or sobs shaking her shoulders, but with the subtle, nearly invisible tremor of someone who had spent years holding herself together with pure force of will… only to discover that the very thing she held together for was now staring at her like a stranger. The wind blew softly across the empty road. The two bodyguards stood absolutely still. The world seemed to shrink to just the two of them. And Veronica… watched helplessly from behind the glass, her fingers digging into the steering wheel until her knuckles went white. "Adrian Montgomery! How dare you? I'm your mother! I've literally given you everything you have now! Without me, you would be worthless!" Eliana spat at her son. Adrian looked at her with a mock smile. “You don’t get to play the victim anymore,” he said again, slower this time, firmer, like each word was being carved into the air with a blade. Eliana inhaled sharply and clench

The drive to Veronica’s apartment was filled with silence that suffocated both of them. Adrian kept both hands on the wheel, his grip firm, his knuckles tightened, his jaw clenched with that familiar tension that only appeared when he was trying, desperately, to suppress emotions powerful enough to bring him down to his knees. His eyes remained fixed on the road with an intensity Veronica had never seen before, like he feared that if he blinked or let his thoughts wander, he might fall apart right there in the driver's seat. Veronica sat with her arms tightly folded, staring out the window though she wasn’t seeing anything outside. Her mind was a storm she couldn’t quiet. She kept replaying the moment when Eliana Montgomery, who used to be famous, wealthy, elegant, and absolutely detestable, had walked toward Adrian with that icy expression… then slapped him across the face without hesitation, without shame, without even a moment of motherly restraint. The sound of the slap s

Adrian had turned away from her, his face tense, conflicted, the storm brewing inside him almost visible in the air around him. Veronica could feel the tension rippling off him, that strange, heated pull that always formed between them whenever the world around them grew too quiet, too complicated, and too dangerous. He took two slow steps away from her, his jaw tight, his hands clenched at his sides, everything about him screaming restraint. Like he was walking away not because he wanted to, but because he was forcing himself to. Veronica watched him go, her breath caught somewhere between relief and heartache. She had expected him to leave, expected him to put distance between them the way he always tried to when things became too heated, too emotional, and too revealing. And for a moment, she thought that was exactly what he would do - walk away, close himself off, pretend none of this mattered as deeply as it clearly did. But then... His steps stopped walking Veronica