All Chapters of I Married His Enemy: Return Of The Forgotten Princess : Chapter 421 - Chapter 430

When Gloria and Camilla left the tortured house with Eliana’s screams behind them, the sound didn’t simply fade into the distance, it clung to the night air like a curse that refused to loosen its grip. The house itself looked like a wounded beast, dark, hunched, and breathing out suffering through every cracked window. As they moved farther down the narrow path, the moonlight revealed shadows that seemed to stretch and twist unnaturally along the ground. That was when a figure caught their attention. Camilla stopped abruptly. “Gloria,” she whispered, her fingers tightening around her sister’s arm, her voice trembling despite her effort to sound composed. “Did you see that?” Gloria slowed, her posture stiffening just slightly. Her eyes flicked toward the corner of the road where the shadows thickened, where the faint outline of someone, something, stood half-hidden, unmoving. “Yes,” Gloria replied quietly, her voice calm. “I saw him.” Camilla swallowed hard. Her heart pounded

After kneeling outside the closed door and crying for a while, long enough for the cold concrete to bite through his jeans, long enough for his throat to burn raw from sobbing Adrian didn’t remember starting, he finally stood up.His knees trembled violently as he pushed himself up, one hand braced against the wall of the building, the other pressed flat against his chest as if he could physically hold his heart together. His breathing was erratic, sharp gasps followed by long, shuddering exhales that sounded almost animal in the silence of the night.“I can’t,” he whispered hoarsely, though there was no one there to hear him. “I can’t do this anymore.”The door behind him remained closed, silent, unmoving, heavy with everything it held inside. The smell of blood still lingered in the air, metallic and suffocating, clinging to his skin, his hair, his clothes. Every time he inhaled, it felt like swallowing shards of glass.He turned away. His legs were shaky as he made his way back

Even Gloria and Lucas started breaking over who got to hug him first, and leading up to that moment, the space around Adrian felt crowded yet strangely intimate, like everyone was orbiting him, drawn by the gravity of his pain and the fragile relief that he was still standing. Gloria reached him first, her arms wrapping around him tightly, almost fiercely, as if she could physically shield him from ever breaking like that again. Her hand pressed firmly against his back, grounding, steady, maternal in the most unapologetic way. "I've got you," she murmured into his shoulder, her voice rougher than usual. "You hear me? I've got you, son." Lucas cleared his throat loudly beside them. "Alright, alright," he said, stepping closer. "My turn." Gloria shot him a glare over Adrian's shoulder. "I was here first." Lucas scoffed. "He's my son, too, Gloria." "Oh, please," she snapped back. "I did most of the emotional labor for the past few weeks." "That's debatable," Lucas muttered. Adr

The moment Cassie and Gloria stepped into the principal's office, the air shifted.The principal hadn't even finished greeting them before Gloria's sharp eyes locked onto Emily, who stood stiffly beside a desk.The old woman's eyes burned when she saw her granddaughter. Emily stood near the desk, her small hands clenched at her sides, her chin lifted stubbornly despite the faint redness around her eyes.She didn't look scared, not really, but there was something tense in her posture, like a warrior forced to stand down.Before Cassie could even open her mouth, Gloria strode forward, her heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor, her sharp eyes scanning her granddaughter from head to toe, before moving to check on her grandson, Ethan, who also stood there, feeling scared. "Did you win," Gloria asked loudly, her voice cutting through the room like a blade, "or did you lose?"Cassie froze in shock as the principal blinked.Emily's eyes lit up instantly. She huffed, puffed her ches

Even Emily, already dressed as the flower girl, petals clutched dramatically in her tiny hands, couldn’t help herself. She stood right in the middle of the corridor, chin lifted with an exaggerated seriousness only a child could muster, pink satin shoes planted firmly on the floor as if she were about to deliver a verdict of cosmic importance. “Daddy,” she said innocently, tilting her head just enough to make the flower crown slip crooked, “you’re embarrassing.” The word landed like a perfectly aimed arrow. Nikolai stopped mid-step and glared at his daughter. Gasps rippled through the small entourage trailing behind them, family, bridesmaids, cousins, a few overexcited friends, all frozen in place as if time itself had paused to witness his downfall. Nikolai pressed a hand dramatically to his chest. “Traitor.” Emily’s lips twitched. She tried... she really did... to look solemn, but the effort collapsed instantly into a wide, mischievous grin that showed the tiny gap between h