Semua Bab I Married His Enemy: Return Of The Forgotten Princess : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Evening was already approaching. From the wide windows of his office, Raymond barely noticed the city's beauty. His reflection stared back at him, hollow-eyed and taut with fury.For hours, he hadn’t moved. Not a sip of water, not a bite of food. His desk was littered with papers he had no intention of reading or signing any document.The only thing in his mind—burning, festering—was Cassie.Cassie, with her proud eyes and venomous words.Cassie, who had been his wife.Cassie, who now belonged to Nikolai Rosewood.Every time the thought circled back, it stabbed him deeper and left him in pain. His hands gripped the armrests of his chair so tightly the leather creaked.'She can’t be happy without me. She shouldn’t be.' He thought to himself. The sound of high heels in the hallway pulled him back from the spiral. He didn’t need to look to know who it was.“Raymond?” a sweet, high-pitched voice called just before the door swung open.Rachael.Of course... who else?She stepped inside

The penthouse was unusually quiet for a Saturday evening. Cassie moved quietly in the kitchen as she arranged plates on the island. She hummed softly with a smile, though no one was around to hear her. “Dinner’s ready,” she called lightly, wiping her hands on a towel. Nikolai leaned against the doorway, watching her. The way she moved—the subtle sway of her shoulders, the focus in her eyes—made his chest tighten. He was no longer the cold, distant husband he’d always been; little cracks were beginning to show. Smiles, chuckles, and even playful remarks had started to escape him more than he liked to admit. “Now that you’re humming with that smile on your face,” he began, his voice low, almost hesitant, “what’s your plan?” Cassie turned, raising an eyebrow, leaning against the island. “My plan?” Her voice was calm, yet there was a spark in her eyes that made him pause. “Yes, your plan. Are you trying to catch my attention with that or what?" Nikolai snorted. Cassie’s lips

Cassie woke up feeling refreshed and energetic. Today was a special day for her. A start to her new life and goals. For a moment, she lay still, listening to the quiet rhythm of Nikolai’s breathing. For some reason, she woke up in the middle of the night only to realize that she was actually in Nikolai’s bed instead of Emily’s bed. He wasn’t asleep—she could tell by the way his breathing evened out deliberately, a calm he wore like armor. Cassie smiled faintly at his little antics. For weeks now, she had noticed many bigger changes in him. It was strange how this “alliance marriage” was starting to feel less like an arrangement and more like… something real. Something she hadn’t dared to dream about since her world had crumbled under Raymond’s betrayal. But now... Cassie slipped out of bed and padded into the kitchen after washing up. She tiptoed, almost ceremonially, setting the kettle on the stove and preparing breakfast for Nikolai and Emily... her family. Cooking always

"Why are you behaving as if my touch repulses you? Can't I touch you after all these years?" Raymond thundered, as if he had the right. “Raymond,” Cassie hissed, the name tasting like poison. “You dare touch me here? At their resting place? Aren't you afraid that they might send a thunderclap to strike your pathetic life?” Raymond’s smirk was faint, but his eyes betrayed something darker—anger, obsession, maybe even panic. “I didn’t think you’d actually come back here, Cassie,” he said, his voice low and sharp. “You disappeared for years. And now, suddenly, you’re back… with him of all people.” He said, completely ignoring all her warnings. Cassie’s jaw tightened, and she spat. “You investigated me, didn’t you?” His smirk faltered. He didn’t need to answer; his silence said it all. “I knew it,” Cassie spat. “You couldn’t stand not knowing. You hate that you don’t control me anymore, that you don’t even have a say in my life. I’m not your wife, Raymond. Not your possession. An

When they reached the driveway, Emily was still fast asleep in the backseat of the car, her tiny chest rising and falling peacefully. Cassie let out a shaky breath of relief that her daughter hadn't witnessed any of the violence. Nikolai opened the passenger door for her gently, his earlier fury hidden under a tight mask. Cassie climbed in, but before she could say anything, she noticed his bloodied knuckles trembling slightly. "Nick," she whispered, pulling out a pack of wet wipes from her bag. "Let me." She took his hands tenderly, wiping the blood away with slow and careful strokes. Her fingers lingered over his torn skin, making her heart ache at the sight. Nikolai watched her carefully, his jaw tense, anger still simmering beneath his calm exterior. "He touched you," he muttered darkly, his voice still low and dangerous. "He touched what's mine. I should've killed him." Cassie paused, her thumb brushing softly over his bruised knuckles. Her eyes met his, steady and warm.