All Chapters of Cursed To Love You: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Cassian’s POV.The sting of Violet’s hand still burned against my cheek, sharper than any blade. For a moment, I just stood there, chest heaving, knuckles white as the fury drained out of me and left something heavier in its wake, guilt. My gaze shifted to Aldrich, who was groaning as he pulled himself up from the floor, shards of the shattered vase scattered around him. His hand pressed against his side, and the sight made my gut twist.I had thrown one of the few people who actually cared about me across the room in a fit of rage.“Damn it…” I muttered, rushing to his side. I crouched down and slipped an arm under his shoulder, easing him upright. “Aldrich… I—” My voice faltered before I forced the words out. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I shouldn’t have—”He waved me off before I could finish, his expression unusually calm for someone who’d just been hurled like a ragdoll. “It’s fine, Young master.” he said quietly, though the edge in his tone betrayed the ache he was hiding.

Drasa’s POVIt was the dead of night, and the damp chill seeped through the cracks in the dungeon walls. The guards who were tasked with keeping watch had long since given in to fatigue, their snores rattling in uneven tones. The silence between was broken only by the distant drip of water and the occasional rustle of rodents.Earlier, Aldrich had come by with a hot bowl of soup and a loaf of freshly baked bread. The steam still lingered in her memory, the taste still clinging faintly to her tongue. He had apologized for being late, his voice hushed, explaining that after Cassian’s explosive scene and abrupt exit, chaos had spread through the palace like wildfire. Whispers, shouts, frantic guards running through corridors, it had been a mess, and he had been caught in the tide of it.He hadn’t just brought food. He had carried a thick hoodie, carefully folded, saying it was from Violet, who was worried about her freezing in the chill of the dungeon nights. Drasa had been touched by th

Cassian’s POV The council chamber erupted again, murmurs rippling like wildfire as the sigil burned in their minds. I could hear their doubt, their fear, their desperation to make sense of it. For once, their attention wasn’t on Drasa, it was on him. On my father. The tyrant.Lucien Devereux.My father looked livid. His fists clenched on the armrests of his throne, his foot tapping again with that steady rhythm I’d come to recognize, an old tell he couldn’t erase no matter how carefully he wore his mask.He was nervous.“Enough,” he barked, his voice like thunder. The council silenced instantly, though unease lingered in their eyes. He leaned forward, his gaze boring into mine. “All of this, your theatrics, your wild stories, they are nothing but speculation. There is no proof. Nothing to tie this man’s actions to anyone but himself.”I laughed again and his expressions twisted into that of fury. “No proof?” I repeated. Then I bent, grabbed a fistful of the guard’s hair, and dragge

Drasa’s POVWhen I finally stirred again, the room was wrapped in shadows. The fire in the hearth had burned low, the only light spilling from the moon outside Cassian’s wide windows. My body felt heavier than stone, yet softer too, as though every ounce of tension had been drained in sleep.I blinked, pushing myself upright from the bed I hadn’t even remembered lying down on. The last thing I remember was devouring the food Aldrich had brought up. Someone, probably Cassian, had moved me to the bed and tucked a blanket around me. For a second, I let myself savor it. The warmth. Safety. A strange comfort I didn’t dare trust fully.Then I heard it.Whispers.Muffled voices carried faintly through the thick wooden door, hurried but low. I frowned, slipping off the bed and padding across the cold floor. Pressing my ear against the door, I held my breath, straining to catch the words.“…too reckless, Cassian,” a familiar voice hissed. Kai. “You can’t just drag a bloody body into the cou

Drasa’s POVThe brightness from the window shone across my face as I opened my eyes. It took a while for my lens to adapt to it, as I looked at everything strangely before I got myself back.The first thing I noticed immediately when I got hold of my environment was the warmth, freshness, and roominess that I was in at the moment.It was not the damp, suffocating heat of the dungeon, but the kind that whispered of safety.The soft cocoon of furs and silk sheets cradling my body, the faint scent of cedar, and something unplaceably familiar in the air. For a disoriented second, I thought I might still be dreaming and probably still in the dungeon.But then, the sharp pain I felt reminded me otherwise. The dull, aching, but real.“Yes, I'm alive,” I exclaimed.I'm out of the dungeon. A place I won't even wish my enemies to be kept. The days I spent there were like hell, the torture, the pain, and the rejection. Those were the worst moments of my life ever.The event of the previous day f