บททั้งหมดของ I Married His Enemy: Return Of The Forgotten Princess : บทที่ 381 - บทที่ 390

They gathered around her instinctively, forming a tight circle as if proximity alone could offer protection. "Answer it, baby. I'm here with you... We are all here!" Nikolai said as he placed a warm hand on her back to ground her. Cassie swallowed and nodded before answering. She put it on the loudspeaker instantly. A woman’s laughter poured through the room. Soft at first, then sharper. Mocking even. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re still shaking,” the voice purred. “After all that power and wealth, a little accident and you’re trembling?” Cassie’s jaw clenched. “Who is this?” The woman laughed again. “Oh, don’t be rude. I was just checking in. Making sure you survived.” Nikolai growled under his breath. The voice continued, savoring every word. “You should be scared now. I’d be disappointed if you weren’t. But consider yourselves lucky... very lucky... You got away this time.” Cassie stood abruptly. “Why are you doing this? Why are you targeting my family? Just what

“You think you’ve won!” Eliana shrieked. “You think you’re safe! I will make you all regret it!” That was when Lucas finally spoke. He hadn’t raised his voice once ever since the call. “Eliana.” Just her name, he called. The screaming stopped instantly. The silence that followed was thick and heavy enough to crush bone. "Lucas..." Eliana said, almost unsure. “I was never interested in you,” Lucas said evenly. “Not once. Not then. Not now. Not ever.” Adrian’s breath hitched violently. He wanted to ask them to hang up the call badly. “You were never an option,” Lucas continued, each word deliberate. “And you never will be.” A low, furious breath filtered through the speaker. “But let me be very clear about one thing,” Lucas said, his tone turning cold, just enough to leave no room for doubt. “If you try to touch my family again...” He paused for a moment to let his threat sink in. “I will make you regret ever learning my name.” Eliana laughed harshly. “Your

The hours blurred together. Their coffee went cold, forgotten on desks. Their phones died and were replaced with chargers and backup devices. No one noticed the darkness outside the windows thinning. None of them noticed the pale light creeping in. Morning came without their realization Nikolai was still seated behind his desk, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning from lack of sleep, when the door burst open. Cassie rushed in, her face pale, her eyes wide with barely contained panic. “You need to stop whatever you are doing and come with me now,” she said breathlessly. “Both of you... Now.” Nikolai looked up instantly. “What happened?” “Just... come,” Cassie said, already turning. “You need to see this.” One look at her expression was enough. Nikolai stood immediately. Adrian followed, his stomach sinking, dread pooling low and heavy. They entered the living room just as the television volume was turned up. Every screen... Every channel. The same headline blared across the

The motorcade rolled out. The wrought-iron gates of the Rosewood mansion opened wide, and slowly, as if the house itself were exhaling before stepping onto a battlefield. The massive doors didn’t creak. They parted with quiet authority, revealing a line of black cars already in motion, engines humming in perfect synchronization. The vehicles moved in flawless formation, no sudden accelerations, no unnecessary urgency, despite the urgency in their hearts to know the story. As if daring the world to watch closely. As if saying, We are not running. We are advancing. We must write the whole story for the world. The press conference was held at the Rosewood mansion, not the Rosewood Group headquarters. That decision alone sent shockwaves through every media outlet scrambling to keep up. The mansion wasn’t just a residence. It was a symbol. Old money! Old power!! Unshakable legacy!!! By choosing the mansion, the Rosewoods weren’t hiding behind corporate glass and steel. They wer

When the car finally slowed and came to a gentle stop beneath the towering glass-and-marble entrance of the Rosewood-owned resort, Nikolai turned slightly in his seat, his eyes immediately finding the small figure beside him who looked as though she might burst straight out of her skin from excitement. He smiled warmly. “Are you ready, princess?” Emily didn’t hesitate for even a fraction of a second. She practically shouted, “YES!” The word rang through the car, joyous and uncontainable, and Cassie laughed softly beside her, reaching out instinctively as if to steady the sheer amount of happiness radiating from her daughter. They stepped out together. The moment the car doors closed behind them, the towering double doors to the grand ballroom swung open. And every head turned. Not because of the wealth. Not because of the name. Not because of the power gathered in that room. But because of the little girl standing at the center of it all. Emily walked between her parents,