All Chapters of After Betrayal, I Married The Cursed Alpha King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Liam noticed the silence first.Not the peaceful kind—the kind that hums before a collapse.His office screens glowed with red numbers, graphs sloping downward like a slow, deliberate execution. Share prices sliding. Liquidity thinning. Calls unanswered. Meetings postponed. Withdrawals marked urgent. Every notification felt like a pulse against his skull.“This doesn’t make sense,” Claudia snapped, pacing barefoot across the marble floor, nails biting into her palm. “We didn’t leak anything. We didn’t miss earnings. We didn’t—”She stopped short when another alert chimed.Another investor pulling out.Another fund freezing assets.Liam swallowed hard.He knew this pattern.He had seen it before—years ago, from a distance, watching another company disintegrate quietly while the world smiled and pretended nothing was wrong.This wasn’t a crash.This was a suffocation.“He hasn’t called,” Claudia said, her voice climbing. “Draven hasn’t shown up. No threats. No confrontation. Nothing.”“

Morning didn’t arrive gently.It crept in.Cold. Pale. Too quiet.The kind of quiet that made survival feel temporary.Violetta woke to the faint scent of cedar and clean linen. For a moment, she didn’t remember anything. The bed was too soft. The air too crisp.Not her apartment.Not Draven’s city house either.Her lashes fluttered open slowly.High ceilings.Stone walls.A fireplace across the room.Sunlight pouring through tall glass windows that revealed nothing but mountains and trees stretching endlessly into the distance.Her heart skipped.Where—Then a warm weight tightened around her waist.A steady heartbeat against her back.Draven.Memory crashed down all at once.The warehouse.The chair.The ropes.His voice breaking.Her fingers flew to her stomach instantly.Still there.Still safe.A shaky breath left her.Behind her, Draven stirred.His arm tightened instinctively, like even in sleep his body refused to let her go too far.“You’re awake,” he murmured, voice thick wi

Morning arrived too loudly.Too bright.Too normal for a world that had quietly tilted overnight.Violetta woke to the soft hum of the heater and the faint scent of pine drifting through the open balcony doors. The mountain estate was wrapped in silver mist, the trees swaying lazily like nothing evil could ever reach this place.For a few seconds, she simply lay there.Safe.Warm.Draven’s arm heavy around her waist, his palm resting over her stomach even in sleep—as if his body had memorized the need to protect her.Her heart softened.He looked younger when he slept.Less like a king.More like a tired man who had fought too many wars.She brushed a strand of hair off his forehead gently.“You deserve peace too…” she whispered.Her phone buzzed.Once.Then again.Then again.Nonstop.She frowned.Too many notifications.Her chest tightened.Slowly, she slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him, and stepped onto the balcony.Cold air hit her skin.She opened her phone.And froze.N

Morning came silently, and Violetta took her coffee mug in her hands and forgot about everything unpleasant for a moment. Forgot about all the kidnapping attemptsAbout Predators lurking nearbyAbout all the jealous competitors AndTheir traps. Draven came and snaked his sturdy arms around her waist. “How are you feeling, My Queen?” His voice was barely above a whisper. A smile crept on her lips. “I am feeling good,” She answered when he put his flat palm on his stomach. “And what about our little bean?” He asked and Violetta’s heart fluttered with joy. His palm rested gently over her stomach like he was trying to protect their child from the world. “Our baby is missing a good morning kiss,” She joked, and he spun her slowly towards him before pulling her in a steamy and sensual kiss. Violetta closed her eyes and savoured this moment. Draven’s tongue entered her mouth slowly and started exploring it like he wanted to claim every inch of her mouth. Just when Violetta felt light-

The first sign that something was wrong… …was silence. Celeste hated silence. Her world ran on information. Reports every hour. Calls every minute. People begging, lying, updating. Silence meant one thing. Something had slipped past her. And nothing ever slipped past her. Her manicured nails tapped slowly against the marble desk inside her private office. Once. Twice. Three times. “Why hasn’t the prosecution called me yet?” she asked calmly. Too calmly. The assistant standing across from her swallowed. “Ma’am… the court hearing has been… delayed.” Celeste’s eyes lifted. Sharp. “Delayed?” “There’s… new evidence submitted by the defense.” The pen in her hand stopped moving. “…What evidence?” “We don’t know yet. It came through a private legal channel. The judge approved emergency review.” For the first time in weeks— Her heartbeat stumbled. Impossible. All evidence had been sealed. All witnesses bought. All trails erased. She perso