Lahat ng Kabanata ng After Betrayal, I Married The Cursed Alpha King: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

One month later, the estate did not look like a fortress. It looked like a kingdom. Silver lanterns lined the marble pathways. White roses cascaded down carved pillars. The full moon hung high and round above the mountain skyline, bathing everything in soft, sacred light. Inside her chamber, Violetta stood before the mirror. White silk flowed from her shoulders to the floor, hugging her waist before cascading into delicate layers. The gown shimmered faintly when she moved—stitched with silver thread that caught the moonlight like scattered stars. A slender silver tiara rested on her head. Simple. Temporary. Her reflection stared back at her—not the abandoned girl from years ago. Not the insecure fiancée who questioned her worth. But a woman who had survived humiliation, betrayal, war, birth, blood, and fire. Her hand brushed lightly over her collarbone. A knock came at the door. “It’s time,” Adriana whispered gently before stepping aside. Violetta inhaled slowly. When sh

The change did not arrive like thunder.It arrived quietly.Almost politely.Draven had gone into the city for a routine inspection of one of the older properties—warehouses that once belonged to his father’s era. It was supposed to be a brief visit. In and out. No complications.But fate rarely asked for permission.He saw her near the entrance of a small café across the street.Victoria.For a second, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him. Years had passed. Faces changed. Time carved its marks.But her eyes—They were the same.Wide. Expressive. Carrying that old softness he remembered from a time before blood and crowns.“Draven?” she breathed.His name sounded different on her lips.Younger.Uncomplicated.He hadn’t heard it spoken like that in a very long time.They sat down inside the café. It wasn’t intentional. It just… happened. Words stumbled out of her in fragments.Her parents had passed away.Her fiancé had left her.The small business she tried to build collapsed

The twist did not come from Violetta. It came from Victoria. Three days later, the estate gates buzzed. Gerald answered the security call first. “There’s a woman here,” the guard reported. “Says she knows Alpha Draven personally.” Gerald’s jaw tightened. “What name?” A pause. “Victoria Hale.” Gerald didn’t recognize it. But Draven did. He had just stepped into the study when the intercom rang again. He froze when he heard the name. A cold sensation slid down his spine. He walked outside before Gerald could send her away. Victoria stood just beyond the iron gates, wearing a pale coat, eyes red like she hadn’t slept. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said immediately. “I had to come.” His tone hardened. “This is not appropriate.” She swallowed. “I wouldn’t if I had another choice.” Something in her voice felt wrong. Not desperate. Calculated. But he couldn’t see it yet. “Talk quickly,” he said. She stepped closer. “I think someone is watching me.” His expression s

The night had settled into a fragile quiet. The twins had finally fallen asleep after a long evening of fussing. Kael had protested loudly before surrendering to exhaustion, while Elara had insisted on being held until the very last second. Violetta had just placed them gently into their cribs when she heard Draven’s phone vibrate on the bedside table. Once. Twice. Then again. The sound cut through the room like a blade. Draven glanced at the screen. Victoria. For a moment he hesitated. Violetta noticed. She was standing near the crib, smoothing the blanket around Elara. Her back was to him, but the stillness in her shoulders said enough. “Answer it,” she said quietly. He stepped toward the balcony to take the call. “Victoria?” Her voice came through shaky and breathless. “Draven… I’m sorry to call so late, but I fell. I think I twisted my ankle badly. I can’t even stand properly.” He straightened. “What happened?” “I slipped on the stairs,” she said weakly. “There’

The tension inside King Enterprises had not eased even hours after Violetta walked out of the boardroom. Instead, it had thickened. Like a storm that refused to pass. Draven stood in his office, staring at the city through the glass walls while Gerald and Dimitri worked behind him. Multiple monitors glowed across the room, lines of code and security footage flashing as the IT team dug deeper into the breach. “We found something,” Dimitri said quietly. Draven turned. Gerald’s expression had gone pale. “What is it?” Dimitri hesitated. Then he clicked a file. The screen shifted. A video appeared. Security footage from Draven’s private office. The timestamp was from the previous night. The room was dim, illuminated only by the desk lamp and the faint glow of the computer screen. And then— The office door opened. A woman stepped inside. Her face became clear as she approached the desk. Violetta. Every person in the room froze. She moved toward Draven’s laptop, sat down