All Chapters of I Married His Enemy: Return Of The Forgotten Princess : Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

The hallway outside the ICU felt like a world suspended between life and death, refusing to pass yet refusing to stay still. And standing in the middle of that frozen world was Raymond. He stood perfectly still, with his hands tucked deep in the pockets of his black coat. But none of that elegance mattered against the harshness around him. His eyes were fixed on the ICU room through the glass window, unmoving, unblinking, focused entirely on the motionless body inside. His mother. The woman who had once seemed indestructible, a force of nature wrapped in pearls and power. The woman whose voice could silence an entire boardroom of grey-haired men with a single sentence, whose presence had once set the tone of the Vanderbilt empire. The woman who had defended him against scandals, accusations, malicious rumors-the woman who had carved a path for him after his father's death when the rest of the Vanderbilt family wanted him erased from the lineage. She had carried him through c

The doctors rushed away the moment Raymond disappeared behind the glass wall of the ICU area, as if they needed to escape his presence before the coldness seeping out of him swallowed the entire corridor whole. The nurses followed the doctors' hurried steps, whispering urgently among themselves, their voices trembling with the weight of what they had just witnessed. It didn’t take long before they returned. Barely two hours passed before they reappeared, their arms full of thick folders, and documents clipped neatly. Also, there were consent forms highlighted in yellow, and a stack of files containing names of wealthy individuals who had been on various transplant lists for months, if not years. Their expressions were tight, pale, swallowed behind professionalism, yet their eyes revealed everything. Fear... Disbelief... Disgust. And something close to sorrow. Raymond had already returned before they did. “Mr. Vanderbilt,” the eldest doctor whispered, holding out the first set

He quietly slid into the driver’s seat of his car. The leather was warm, sunlight-soaked, but he didn’t feel it. Heck, he didn’t feel anything. His hands moved on their own, turning the key, starting the engine, gripping the steering wheel until the knuckles nearly split. The silence was choking, so thick he almost wondered if the world had stopped breathing along with him. His mother was gone. His sister was broken. His family was shattered. And somehow, he felt none of it. Not grief. Not guilt. Not sadness. Just a cavernous emptiness where a heart used to exist. He drove with that emptiness filling him, swallowing him, a deafening quiet thundering louder than any scream ever could. The city blurred by...cars, people, buildings...none of it mattered, none of it touched him, none of it even seemed real. He could hear the echo of Mabel’s sobs in the back of his skull, but it barely scratched the surface. Even that...his own sister’s devastation, rolled off him like water on s

TWO MONTHS LATER! The moment the black SUV rolled into the driveway of the Rosewood Mansion, Emily unbuckled her seatbelt with the speed of someone escaping a kidnapping. The little girl practically shot out of the car the second the driver unlocked her door. “Handsome uncle! Handsome uncle!!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, her tiny feet pattering across the marble as she bolted toward the living room. Cassidy barely had time to reach for her. “Emily—!” Too late. Inside the mansion, Adrian had just taken a sip of his coffee when... “HANDSOME UNCLE!!!” His soul nearly left his body. He blinked rapidly as he tried to process the fireball shooting at him. The small pink rocket slammed into his legs. Adrian dropped into a crouch instantly, catching her mid-jump as if he had been preparing for this ambush all his life. “There’s my little princess,” he said, picking her up and swinging her in a half-circle. Emily grabbed his cheeks with both her little hands.

The dining room atmosphere had shifted from “family breakfast” to “WWE tag-team smackdown” in a matter of seconds. Nikolai and Adrian now sat facing each other like two angry cats on the verge of hissing. The rest of the family? Already grabbing popcorn and emotionally preparing for the drama of the century. The moment Stacey dragged Emily out of earshot, Adrian pointed sharply at his brother, his eyes narrowed, his voice dripping with annoyance. “You still think Veronica isn’t good for me?” Nikolai wiped his mouth with a napkin, still cool, still expressionless, as if he wasn’t the one who had almost murdered his brother with a question. “Correct,” he said calmly. "I don’t like her for you.” Adrian blinked, incredulous. “You don’t even know her.” “I don’t have to,” Nikolai replied. “My instincts say no.” Gloria turned to Lucas, whispering loudly, “His instincts also said Cassie was ‘probably fine,’ and look how that turned out.” Casey gasped. “MOM!” Camilla smirked. “She