All Chapters of I Married His Enemy: Return Of The Forgotten Princess : Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

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You Drive Me Crazy

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.

A Peculiar Woman

“If we don’t return to the dining room soon, my family will assume one of us murdered the other.” Cassie blinked, remembering the chaos she had left behind, and groaned. “Oh, God. Adrian.” Nikolai made a face. “Adrian exists. Tragically.” She laughed, a real, unguarded laugh that made his chest rise with pride. “Come on,” he murmured, interlocking their fingers as naturally as breathing, “let’s go deal with the traitors.” “You mean your family?” Cassie said with a laugh. “And yours too,” Nikolai said casually. Cassie’s knees went soft. “Don’t say things like that so casually!” “I will say them as casually as I want,” he replied smugly, “because you kissed me back.” “I— that was— YOU STARTED IT.” “And you finished it very enthusiastically.” “NIKOLAI!” He laughed, kissed her forehead, and guided her back toward the dining room. When they entered the dining room, hand in hand, looking suspiciously flushed, suspiciously breathless, and suspiciously… happy, every Rosewood head

I'm Going To Kill Adrian

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

Five Weeks Pregnant

Before Nikolai could answer, Lucas spoke up seriously: “What’s in the paper? Let us see.” Camilla leaned forward. “I bet he got sued.” Gloria added, “Or he got someone arrested.” Cassie folded her arms. “Or he accidentally signed a movie deal without telling Veronica.” Veronica glared. “IF ONLY. This is MUCH WORSE.” “Nick, what does it say? Read it.” Cassie said. Nikolai held the paper with two fingers, like holding a sacred relic, then lifted his chin with theatrical grace. “Mom. Dad.” A dramatic pause. “Congratulations.” Gloria clapped once before stopping. “Wait! For what?” Nikolai grinned wickedly. “You’re going to have another grandchild.” The room froze... Utter silence. You could hear a fly praying. Then... “WHAT?!” Three voices screamed in unison: Gloria. Lucas. Camilla. Cassie gasped and covered her mouth. Everyone lunged for the paper at the same time, like wild raccoons. Lucas grabbed it first. He read it. Then blinked. Then read it again, as if wanting

They Should Get Married

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

Eric Vanderbilt

The drive home felt endless-so long that Raymond wasn't even sure how he managed to keep the car on the road. His hands were shaking on the steering wheel, but he kept pushing forward, as though the mansion at the end of the highway held something he desperately needed. Or something he feared. By the time he pulled into the Vanderbilt estate, it was almost evening. The huge iron gates opened slowly, almost reluctantly, as if the house itself knew the man returning wasn't the same one who used to stride out with arrogance and life in his eyes. Raymond stepped out of the car and took a sharp inhale. The air felt... wrong. The surroundings felt too quiet. As he walked up the stone steps, several servants lined up at the entrance. They bowed respectfully, their gazes lowered. No one dared speak. None of them said, Welcome home, Young Master. None asked if he wanted tea, or if he'd eaten, or if they should warm his room. It wasn't that they didn't care. It was what they knew. They

Little Piglet

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

A Terrifying Camilla

The moment Camilla hung up the phone, it was as if the entire Rosewood Mansion inhaled sharply and then forgot how to breathe. The house fell into a thick, unnatural silence, one so heavy, so sudden, and so suffocating. It felt completely wrong in a house that usually overflowed with loud arguments, sarcastic comments, clattering dishes, running toddlers, and grown adults behaving like dramatic teenagers trapped in adult bodies. Even the wind outside seemed to hesitate before daring to blow again. And Veronica... curious, sweet, gentle, overly-pampered, currently-pregnant looked around the room like someone who had accidentally walked into a cinematic showdown rather than a peaceful afternoon tea. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted slightly, her brows furrowed in confusion as she stared at each face in turn, noticing tension settling over everyone like a cold shadow. “Okay…” she murmured slowly, her voice soft and strained. “So I’m clearly missing something very, very important

You're Being Homicidal

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

I'm Facing A Ghost

For several seconds after Camilla’s chilling declaration... “Looks like he wants to play games.” ... The Rosewood Mansion fell into a level of silence so thick, so tangible again. Because everyone in that room knew with absolute certainty that once Camilla entered her “game mode,” there was no force on earth, not family, not reason, not emotional begging, not logical arguments, not even pregnancy guilt, that could drag her back to sanity. Well… normally. But this was a family who refused to quit, even when quitting would probably have saved their lives. Lucas was the first to snap out of his frozen horror. He stepped forward, rubbing his forehead as though he were preparing to debate a hurricane. “Okay,” he said slowly, his voice trembling but determined. “We’re going to… we’re going to think rationally about this. Everyone calm down.” “Lucas,” Camilla said flatly, “this is not the time to cosplay as a therapist.” He ignored that. He had no choice but to ignore it. “Camilla,” h

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