บททั้งหมดของ I Married His Enemy: Return Of The Forgotten Princess : บทที่ 391 - บทที่ 400

The ballroom stopped being a place of celebration the moment fear took its first breath. Panic ensued and chaos broke out. What had once been filled with music, laughter, and shimmering lights transformed in the blink of an eye into a battlefield of sound and motion. Chairs scraped violently against the floor as people surged to their feet. Tables toppled, glass shattered beneath frantic footsteps. Screams cut through the air, raw, unfiltered, animalistic, layering over one another until it became impossible to tell who was calling for help and who was already lost to terror. Bodies collided as instinct overtook reason. Children cried and adults shouted names that vanished into the noise. Security yelled orders that no one heard. And through it all, there was only one singular thought driving every soul in that room: Get out. Now! Nikolai reacted on pure instinct. There was no hesitation, no moment of confusion. The soldier in him, the protector, the father, the ma

Darkness was the first thing Cassie felt. Not the peaceful kind that came with sleep. Not the familiar darkness of closing her eyes at night with Nikolai’s steady breathing beside her, with the quiet assurance that the world, no matter how cruel, was held at bay by his presence. This darkness was different. It was thick, suffocating, and alive. It pressed against her chest like an invisible weight, coiling around her lungs until every attempt at breathing felt labored, wrong, painful. It wrapped itself around her thoughts, dull and relentless, dragging her consciousness downward while whispering, over and over, that something was terribly, irrevocably wrong. Her head throbbed. A deep, pulsing ache that spread from her temples to the base of her skull, each beat of her heart sending another wave of pain crashing through her. Her throat burned as if she had swallowed fire, raw and scraped, and every swallow felt like glass. And then... There was a sting on the side of h

The room was quiet. It felt like a countdown to something worse. Lucas and Gloria were bound to chairs, their wrists tied tightly behind them with thick restraints that cut into their skin just enough to remind them of their helplessness. The cold floor reflected the dim overhead light, and somewhere nearby, a machine hummed faintly. Stacey lay on the floor a few feet away. Her body was limp, her face pale, and her breathing shallow. Her hands were tied as well, her ankles bound, her dark hair splayed around her head like a broken doll. She hadn't woken up since they were dragged in here, her consciousness stolen by the chaos, the gas, and the fear. Lucas slowly scanned the room, his expression unreadable. Gloria did the same. Neither of them looked panicked. Neither of them looked afraid. If anything, they looked... bored and tired. As though this wasn't their first time staring danger in the face, as though they had long since learned that fear only gave their enemies pow

In a room far away from the sirens, far away from the screaming, far away from the chaos that had swallowed the night whole, a little girl slowly opened her eyes. Emily blinked once...Then again. Her lashes fluttered, heavy, as though sleep was reluctant to let her go, as though the darkness wanted to keep her. The ceiling above her came into focus slowly, plain, flat, and unfamiliar. It wasn’t the soft pink ceiling of her bedroom. There were no glow-in-the-dark stars Daddy had stuck up himself. No fairy lights Mommy turned on every night before bed. No balloons drifting lazily near the corners from her birthday celebration. It was too quiet and too empty. Emily frowned, confusion knitting her tiny brows together. “Mommy…?” she whispered. Her voice sounded too small in the room, like it didn’t belong there. The sound echoed faintly, bouncing off walls that didn’t answer back. Emily pushed herself upright, her fingers clutching the edge of the bed for balance. T

Cassie ran! She didn’t simply move or flee or escape, she ran, as if running were the only thing keeping the world from collapsing inward and crushing her entirely. Her chest burned, her lungs screaming for air they couldn’t seem to pull in fast enough, and her heart pounded so violently against her ribs. Rachael was dead. The thought felt like a flare in the middle of her mind, bright, undeniable, impossible to ignore, yet somehow it didn’t bring relief, didn’t bring triumph, didn’t bring the sharp satisfaction she had once imagined she would feel if she ever watched Rachael fall. Not yet! Not when the consequences were still unfolding like cracks running through glass. Because the moment Cassie crossed the threshold into the hallway and looked around with wide, frantic eyes, reality struck her with sudden, terrifying clarity that ripped the breath right back out of her lungs. This wasn’t the hotel where they had Emily’s birthday party. Everything in her recoiled at