All Chapters of I Married His Enemy: Return Of The Forgotten Princess : Chapter 401 - Chapter 410

Nikolai didn’t scream. He didn’t beg. He didn’t plead. He just listened to Raymond rant angrily. He forced himself to sit there in that hard wooden chair, his back straight despite the biting pain radiating through his shoulders and down his spine. He just listened, because there was power in silence, power in stillness, power in letting your enemy believe you were broken when in reality you were watching everything, calculating everything, memorizing every detail of the room and every breath the other man took. The coarse rope scraped and burned violently against his wrists with every subtle movement he made, the fibers digging into skin already raw, but even the discomfort didn’t matter, pain was something he had learned to live with long before this moment. In front of him, Raymond paced back and forth like a caged animal who didn’t realize he had locked himself in with a predator, shouting, letting his anger spill everywhere, spitting hatred with every word, so consumed

Outside the chaos, Camila stood frozen in place, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if she were the only thing holding her together. Her eyes moved constantly, never resting, scanning every ambulance door that slammed shut, every stretcher that rolled past, every shadow that moved too quickly or too slowly, her heart hammering wildly as she prayed, begged, not to recognize a familiar face, while at the same time dreading the moment she might. Every sound made her flinch. Every raised voice made her turn. Every flash of light sent her pulse spiking. A paramedic shouted for clearance. A police officer barked orders that barely registered over the noise. And still... still... There was no sign of the people who mattered most. Adrian paced back and forth like a caged animal that had been locked in too small a space for too long. His hands were running through his hair again and again as if trying to tear the thoughts out of his own head. His jaw was clenched so tightly it

Eliana tapped a finger against her chin, her eyes dancing with cruel delight as she pretended to consider the possibilities. “It might be your son, Nikolai,” she said thoughtfully. “Or maybe your daughter-in-law. Or…” Her lips stretched into a wicked smile, her eyes glittering as she leaned forward just enough for her words to cut deeper. “That precious little girl you all fucking adored.” Gloria shook her head violently, tears flooding her eyes now. “Stop,” she sobbed. “Stop it, please...” Eliana ignored her. She snapped her fingers as if she were thinking about something important. “What’s her name again?” she asked mockingly, her eyebrows lifting as if she’d forgotten something trivial. “Oh yeah.” Her gaze locked onto Gloria’s and she said slowly and tauntingly. “Emily!” The name hit like a gunshot. Gloria screamed, raw and broken, her entire body jerking against the ropes. “STOP! You don’t say her name! You don’t... You monster!!” “Maybe the blood went straight i

Outside... Adrian was running. Not just running, fleeing, as if something evil and merciless was chasing him from behind, his lungs burning so fiercely it felt like shards of glass were lodged in his chest, his legs screaming in protest with every step as he tore across the uneven ground toward the abandoned Rosewood house. The night blurred around him. Wind clawed at his face. Fear drowned out everything else. Rafael was right behind him, breathing hard, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might crack, while Camilla ran beside them, her heels abandoned somewhere behind, her hair whipping wildly as tears streamed down her face. Fear... the fear of the unknown was pushing them to run even faster. “Those gunshots came from here!” Rafael shouted, his voice raw, strained, breaking through the chaos of their footsteps. “This is it... this has to be it!” Adrian didn’t answer. He couldn’t. Because just then... Bang! Bang! Another gunshot split the air. Adrian felt it hit h

Camilla didn’t stop running chasing after Eliana. Her lungs burned so fiercely it felt as though they were shredding from the inside out, every breath scraping raw against smoke-filled air that tasted like ash, gasoline, and destruction Her vision blurred at the edges, tears streaming not from weakness but from the thick smoke clawing mercilessly at her eyes and throat, yet still, she didn’t slow. Not when debris crashed behind her, beams collapsing with thunderous force, sending vibrations through the ground beneath her feet. Not when the heat scorched her skin like a warning straight from hell, blistering, unforgiving, and relentless. Because all she could see was Eliana. Eliana’s silhouette sliced through the smoke ahead of her. The monster who had spent the entire night orchestrating death, pulling strings, playing god... Was gone. Now? Now she was running. Running like a coward. “ELIANA!” Camilla screamed. Her voice tore through the burning corridor, sharp