Semua Bab I Married His Enemy: Return Of The Forgotten Princess : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Cassie sat quietly in the back seat of the black SUV as it rolled through the long driveway of the Rosewood Mansion. The gates opened automatically, and the car glided across the perfectly paved path. She fiddled with her fingers, pressing her thumbs together until the joints cracked, an old habit she'd never been able to shake when her nerves were high. This was it... She had faced battlefields, drills that pushed her body past exhaustion, bullets whizzing too close for comfort, and nights where she doubted she'd wake up alive. But somehow, sitting in a car heading toward her in-laws' mansion, Cassie felt her stomach twist harder than any deployment had ever managed. Her lips parted, but before she could speak, Rafael, who was driving, twisted in his seat briefly and gave her a mischievous grin. His dark eyes softened as he studied her pale expression. "Chill, Cassie," he said, wanting to brush aside a strand of her hair that had fallen across her forehead. His voice was te

"This child..." one aunt stammered. "Nick... whose child is she?" Emily blinked, looking from one shocked face to another. "Daddy," she repeated matter-of-factly, hugging Nikolai's neck tighter. Nikolai smiled at her, placing a kiss on Emily's forehead. But he didn't answer. His silence only fueled the suspense. Stacy was the first to break. She rushed forward, her hands flying to her mouth. "Brother! What? You-she-" She stuttered, overwhelmed. "When? How? Why didn't you tell me I had a niece?! Oh my god, she looks exactly like you! No... like me! She looks like me!" Gloria's gasp was so loud it echoed. She whirled toward Emily, her hands trembling. "Little girl..." she whispered, her voice wobbling between disbelief and joy. "Come here. Come to Grandma. I am your grandmother. Aren't you the most beautiful little angel? You look just like my Nikolai." She stretched her hands towards Emily. Just like Nikolai, Gloria didn't need medical DNA to prove if Emily was Nikolai's child. Th

Rachael stormed into the Vanderbilt estate. Her heart was pounding—not from nerves, but from the burning cocktail of humiliation and fury still coursing through her veins. The sharp sting of Cassie’s slap still lingered on her cheek, and worse, the memory of Cassie’s piercing gaze gnawed at her pride. She needed to see Raymond immediately. She needed to twist the story before Cassie ever had a chance. As she crossed the foyer, fresh roses from the garden mingled in the air. Normally, she might have paused to admire the old-world elegance of the Vanderbilt home, the portraits of Raymond’s ancestors hanging on the walls. But today, she noticed nothing. Her single thought was Raymond. In the parlor, she almost collided with Regina Vanderbilt—Raymond’s mother—who sat on a couch. Beside her was Mabel, Raymond’s younger sister, flipping through a fashion magazine with her usual detached boredom. “Hi,” Rachael blurted, barely slowing her stride. Her voice was clipped as though the

“Don’t start imagining things,” she said sharply. “You divorced Cassie four years ago. That child isn’t yours. And if you keep entertaining the idea, you’re insulting me.” The silence stretched on for what felt like eternity. Finally, Rachael pushed herself up from the couch, her movements abrupt. “I’m going back home. I came straight from the airport. I'm tired and... I don't think I can stay with you tonight,” she announced coldly as she left. As the door closed behind her, Raymond exhaled heavily, his sweet façade crumbling for just a moment. A tired sigh escaped him, and he dragged a hand across his face. Rachael was valuable to him—her father’s business connections, her position in society—but she was exhausting. Her constant demands, her temper, her insecurities. He was growing tired of her antics, though he wouldn’t say it aloud. Not yet. He needs to dry her from all her inheritance like he did to Cassie. Though Rachael’s family wasn't as rich as Cassie’s, he still n

Nikolai’s old room was just as he remembered it... immaculately clean. The walls were lined with bookshelves, and the air was scented faintly of cedarwood. It was masculine, orderly, untouched by time. Cassie wandered slowly, her fingertips brushing the desk, the neat stack of files, the framed medals. Every corner of the room screamed of discipline and pride. It was nothing like her room back then, which was filled with papers from her writing, and she marveled at it. "Your room is... really neat,” she murmured. “Of course,” Nikolai said simply. He set their bags by the wardrobe, watching her with an unreadable expression. They decided to take a shower and just go to sleep, after all, Cassie was really exhausted. After showers, Cassie came out in one of the cotton nightgowns Gloria had sent to their room. She moved toward the couch automatically. “You take the bed. I’ll sleep here.” She didn't want him to think she was pushing herself on him if she asked him to share the bed