Semua Bab After Betrayal, I Married The Cursed Alpha King: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The next three days unfolded like a dream Violetta hadn’t known she was starving for. They roamed the city like ordinary lovers—anonymous, unguarded, free. Morning streets smelled of fresh bread and roasted coffee beans, and Draven insisted she try everything the city was famous for. Street food eaten while standing close, fingers brushing. Quiet cafés where he watched her more than the view. Desserts shared with teasing smiles and stolen bites. She laughed—truly laughed. Sometimes he pulled her close just to press a kiss to her temple, her cheek, the corner of her lips. Sometimes he whispered something low and private that made her cheeks warm and her heart race. And at night, behind closed doors, they belonged to each other in soft, unhurried ways—no rush, no fear, just warmth and reassurance. The kind of closeness that healed without words. For the first time in a very long time, Violetta felt… safe. Happy. Draven made sure of it. He filled her days so completely that she bar

The happiness followed them all the way home. It clung to Violetta like a second skin—the weight of the trophy in her hands, the soft ache in her chest from laughing too much, the quiet way Draven kept stealing glances at her as if memorizing this version of her forever. For once, life felt… light. Until the front door opened. Violetta stepped inside first. And froze. Her parents were sitting in the lounge. On her couch. Her fingers tightened instinctively around the trophy as her heartbeat stumbled. For a second, she genuinely wondered if exhaustion had finally made her hallucinate. They hadn’t called. They hadn’t texted. They hadn’t checked on her after the incident. They hadn’t even congratulated her. So why were they here? In her home. Her mother rose first, eyes sweeping over Violetta in a quick, critical scan—lingering just long enough to find something wrong. Her gaze then slid past her… and landed on Draven. Or rather—on the mask. Her lips pressed toge

She woke up with puffy eyes and a dull ache behind them, the kind that came after crying yourself hollow. The morning light slipped in through the curtains, soft and pale, brushing against her face like a quiet apology. Violetta lay still for a few seconds, breathing slowly, waiting for the familiar heaviness to return—the crushing hopelessness, the self-loathing, the endless why me? But it didn’t. There was sadness, yes, and a faint soreness in her chest, but it felt… lighter. As if someone had gently lifted a weight off her shoulders during the night. She frowned slightly, confused by the unfamiliar calm, then reached for her phone on the bedside table out of habit. The screen lit up. Draven. Her heart gave a small, traitorous jump. There were several messages from him, stacked one after another, sent at different hours of the night and early morning. Her lips curved before she could stop them. She opened the chat, her thumb suddenly gentle, almost reverent. "I couldn’t

Adriana dragged her straight into a boutique tucked away from the main corridor, the kind with dimmer lights, satin displays, and mirrors that made everything feel a little too intimate.Violetta realized where they were the moment her eyes landed on lace and silk.“Oh no! I don't need l*ngries right now,” she muttered, stopping short. “Absolutely not.”Adriana turned slowly, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Absolutely yes. You don't need one but a lot of it,” She added. “You are impossible,” Violetta hissed, already blushing as Adriana picked up a delicate piece between her fingers. “Adriana, I cannot—” “You can,” Adriana cut in smoothly. “And you will.” She leaned closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Trust me. Wear this for Draven, and that Alpha will forget his own name.” Violetta imagined his reaction and she shook her head in no. "F*ck! It would be too much," She tried to convince Adriana. "Of f*cking course not. Besides! He will be on his knees to worship th

They stepped out of the restaurant hand in hand, sunlight spilling over the pavement as if the day itself was blessing them. Violetta inhaled deeply, feeling lighter than she had in weeks. The knot that had lived in her chest—made of doubt, old wounds, and unspoken fears—had finally begun to loosen. Draven opened the car door for her, his palm resting briefly at the small of her back, grounding her. That simple touch did things to her heart she still hadn’t learned how to name. On the drive back, her phone buzzed again. She glanced at the screen and frowned. “Another email…” Draven flicked his eyes toward her. “Good frown or bad frown?” “…Interesting frown,” she replied, opening it. Her breath caught. “They want a video call tomorrow. All three companies. They want to discuss timelines and—” she swallowed, “—creative control." Draven smiled, slow and proud. “As they should.” Her fingers trembled slightly as she locked her phone. “Everything is moving so fast." “That’s