All Chapters of After Betrayal, I Married The Cursed Alpha King: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The moment Liam stepped out of King Enterprises, his expression shifted. The softness dissolved. The regret vanished. The mask fell. Inside his car, he slammed the door harder than necessary. “She’s changed,” he muttered, jaw tight. Not softened. Not broken. Not waiting. Changed. And it irritated him more than rejection ever could. He had expected cracks. Exhaustion. A lonely pregnant woman clinging to the first familiar face offering warmth. Instead, he had found steel. He pulled out his phone. “Move to phase two,” he said coldly. “If she won’t accept support… we create a situation where she has no choice.” --- Meanwhile, Violetta felt it. That shift in the air. Liam wasn’t done. Men like him didn’t walk away quietly. That evening, she went to the hospital as she did every night. Draven lay exactly as he had for weeks—silent, still, infuriatingly unreachable. She sat beside him and took his hand. “I handled another one of your storms today,”

The hospital room did not stay quiet for long.Within minutes of the monitors detecting full neurological response, doctors flooded in. Nurses adjusted IV lines. Machines beeped in sharp, urgent rhythms.Violetta stepped back only because they forced her to.Her hands were shaking.Not from fear this time.From relief so violent it felt like pain.Draven’s eyes searched the room until they found her again. Even through the haze of medication, even through the blur of white coats and movement—He found her.Always her.“Mr. King,” the doctor said carefully, shining a light into his pupils. “Can you hear me?”A slight nod.“Do you know where you are?”His lips parted. Dry. Cracked.“Hospital.”The word scraped out like broken glass.Violetta pressed her palm to her mouth to hold in a sob.He was back.Not a dream.Not a flicker.Back.—News traveled faster than oxygen in their world.Gerald received the update first. Dimitri next. Within an hour, half the empire knew their king had ope

The mansion had always been cold.Not because of the marble floors or the towering ceilings—but because love had never lived there without conditions. All the relationships in the mansion thrive on a give-and-take scenario… If you have nothing to offer, then you are worthless in their eyes, and they will kick you out in no time. Emotions and care held no importance to them. Draven stepped out of the car slowly, ignoring the dull ache in his ribs. Dimitri moved instinctively to assist him, but Draven lifted a hand.“I walk in on my own.”The grand doors opened before he reached them. Word had already traveled. They were already looking forward to his visit. Inside, the air felt heavy. Expectant.Grandfather sat at the head of the long, carved table, cane resting beside him like a symbol of authority rather than necessity. Mr. King Senior stood near the fireplace. Selene was seated elegantly to the side, dressed in calculated grace. And Grandma—quiet, watchful—sat closest to the windo

The forest did not calm him. It bent around him. Branches snapped beneath the weight of his body as he tore through the trees, the earth trembling with each stride. The poison burned through his veins like molten iron. It wasn’t weakening him. It was provoking him. His beast wanted blood. Not random blood. The source. The betrayal. The scent. He skidded to a halt near the riverbank, claws digging deep into wet soil. His massive chest heaved. Steam rose from his fur as the toxin clashed violently against his regenerative strength. Memories flickered through the haze— Violetta’s face. Her trembling hands. Her stomach. Their child. The beast stilled. Just for a second. That instinct—protect—cut through the hunger. Draven forced his body toward the river and plunged into it without hesitation. Ice-cold water swallowed him whole. The shock made his muscles convulse, the poison surging painfully through his bloodstream. He stayed under. Letting the cold attack the fire.

The flowers arrived first.White lilies. Her favorite from years ago.No card—just a small silver envelope tucked between the stems.Wishing you strength. You deserve peace.— LiamVioletta stared at it for a long moment before placing it aside. She didn’t smile. She didn’t soften.She simply called Isadora.“Screen everything that enters this house from now on,” she said calmly. “Even sympathy.”But the deliveries didn’t stop.A vintage sketchbook from a designer she once admired.A box of imported herbal teas labeled safe for pregnancy.A handwritten note recalling how she used to work late nights and forget to eat.Liam wasn’t loud.He was careful.He wasn’t demanding her back.He was reminding her who she used to be.And somewhere across the city, Selene watched it unfold exactly as she had planned.—Selene’s media team didn’t fabricate lies.They curated angles.A discreet photographer stationed outside a boutique café captured the moment Liam “coincidentally” held the door open