I Married His Enemy: Return Of The Forgotten Princess のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 331 - チャプター 340

The moment Cassie sprinted after her husband, fork in hand like a glittering silver weapon of justice, the entire Rosewood Mansion shook with the sound of two grown adults acting like feral children. Nikolai bolted down the hall, nearly slipping on the rug. "CASSIE, STOP-STOP CHASING ME WITH THE FORK!" Cassie yelled back, "THEN STOP SAYING I CAN'T ACT!" "THAT'S NOT WHAT I SAID!" he screamed as he ran. "YOU IMPLIED IT!" "IMPLYING IS NOT SAYING!" "IT'S THE SAME THING!" The servants peeked out from corners as the two raced by. Chef Alberto whispered to the gardener, "Master Nikolai is running for his life again?" The gardener nodded. "Happens weekly." Adrian heard the chaos echoing from the hallway and casually reached for a croissant. Camilla filmed the whole thing on her phone, shaking from laughter. "Look at this idiot! This is GOLD." "My poor Niko. When will he learn not to provoke her?" Lucas cleared his throat, trying to be the calm elder. "Son should know better.

Veronica snarled, reached into her bag with violent determination, pulled out an envelope, and slammed it into his chest so hard it made a thump. “This!” she yelled. “THIS is what you did wrong!” For someone who had seen mafia wars, corporate takeovers, betrayals, secret children, and Nikolai getting chased with cutlery, the Rosewood dining room had witnessed many dramatic moments. But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared them for Veronica’s thunderous entrance and the chaos she carried in that tiny, innocent-looking envelope. The room vibrated with tension. Veronica stood like a goddess of wrath, chest rising and falling rapidly, her finger shaking violently as she pointed it at Adrian like it was a weapon forged in the flames of vengeance. Adrian, meanwhile, was blinking so hard he looked like a confused owl. “What… exactly… is this?” he stammered, looking from Veronica to the envelope as if it might explode. “Oh, please,” Veronica snapped. “Acting confused? Bravo. Really Os

The dining room had turned into a battlefield of emotions, joy, panic, disbelief, laughter, chaos... all swirling like a tornado trapped inside four walls. Veronica was vibrating with hormones and rage, Adrian was glitching like an old computer, Nikolai was watching like this was premium entertainment, and the rest of the family was somewhere between celebration and utter confusion. For a long moment, nobody moved. They all just stared at each other. Then Veronica, still trembling with leftover fury, stabbed her finger toward Adrian again, though this time the anger was softened by the tiny layer of exhaustion and vulnerability clouding her eyes. “You, Adrian Montgomery Rosewood, need to start taking things seriously,” she declared. “I was terrified. I thought something was wrong with me. I didn’t know what was happening to my body. And you...” she stopped, voice wobbling, “...were nowhere to be found.” Adrian’s face crumpled like parchment left in the rain. He stepped closer c

The Rosewood Mansion was warm with the sunset, warm with laughter, warm with the chaotic energy only a house full of strong personalities could produce. Cassie, Gloria, and Camilla were gathered in the sunlit sitting room, lounging comfortably, sipping tea from delicate porcelain cups. They talked about absolutely everything in the world: Cassie's cravings, Camilla's ridiculous new fashion obsession, Gloria's insistence that Nikolai should give her "at least three more grandchildren," and how Cassie had nearly kicked Nikolai out of the bathroom that morning because he kept following her around like a shadow. Emily dashed in and out of the room, clutching Cassie's hand each time, dragging her to admire dolls, drawings, or whatever new "masterpiece" she had made in the last two minutes. Around the corner, Nikolai and Lucas were deep in conversation, standing over documents and muttering about upcoming mergers. Lucas spoke calmly like an old CEO; Nikolai spoke like a man ready to str

The moment those last chilling words left Camilla’s lips, that soft, almost gentle whisper of “now it will be fun” ...something in the air cracked open, like the atmosphere itself had been holding its breath and finally exhaled, except what came out wasn’t relief, wasn’t calm, wasn’t even fear. It was dread. Heavy, bone-deep, soul-shaking dread. Because everyone in the Rosewood Mansion knew what those words truly meant. Camilla didn’t do anything fun. Not the normal kind. Not the kind that involved board games or baking or gossip or harmless chaos. When Camilla said the word “fun,” what she actually meant was: 'Someone is about to die, and it’s not going to be me.' Veronica visibly shivered, clutching her stomach again with both hands as though trying to protect her unborn baby from the murderous energy radiating across the room. Her eyes darted around desperately, searching faces, hoping someone, anyone, would break the tension, fix the situation, say something that would m