Semua Bab After Betrayal, I Married The Cursed Alpha King: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Mara never realized how loud silence could be.Not until she woke up tied to a chair.Her wrists burned.Rope.Too tight.Her head throbbed as if something heavy had smashed into it. When she tried to move, pain shot down her spine. A loud wince escaped her lips, and she looked around as if she was trying to see someone else to get a clue of where she had been. Her eyes weren’t blindfolded, so she could see the abandoned basement, which was enough to scare her to her core. Cold water dripped somewhere nearby.Drip.Drip.Drip.Slow.Creepy The air smelled damp… metallic… like rust and blood. Her blood.Memory returned in flashes.The road.Headlights.A van.Hands grabbing her.A cloth over her mouth.Darkness.Her breathing grew uneven.“No… no… no…”A soft click echoed. She started resisting hard against the ropes, and then she noticed the silver shackles around her ankles, too. It was enough to drain all her strength. She was already in her fifties and didn’t have enough strengt

Dawn came quietly… Too quietly.The kind of morning that felt like nothing bad had ever happened.Soft light spilled through the curtains.Birds chirped.The world pretended to be normal.But inside the King estate—War had already begun.*********Violetta hadn’t slept.Not really.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Mara’s bloodied face.The photo.The bruises.The fear frozen in her expression. Her fingers tightened unconsciously around her phone. Her stomach twisted with unease, guilt, stress, and Anger. All tangled together.This happened because Mara tried to help them. Because she chose their side. Because of her. Her palm moved slowly to her belly.“I’m sorry…” she whispered softly, voice breaking. “Mama’s trying… I promise I’m trying…”She didn’t know if she was apologizing to the baby or herself.Maybe both.The bedroom door opened quietly. She looked up with her tear-filled eyes. Draven was standing there, and a broken sob escaped her lips. Black shirt slightly wrinkl

Hospitals had a smell.Cold.Sterile.Unforgiving.Like grief lived permanently inside the walls.Violetta hated it.Always had.Yet tonight, she found herself running through those same endless white corridors, her heartbeat louder than the echo of her own footsteps. She didn’t notice it when she came to visit Aunt Mara, but now, it seemed the sterile smell was overwhelming her senses. “Fourth floor,” Dimitri had told her over the phone. He was the third in command, which means Gerald also got injured in that fire. F*ck! Gerald was Draven’s right-hand man, which means… f*ck! Please, Moon Goddess, have mercy on me. She sent a desperate, silent plea to the Goddess before Dimitri’s next words registered in her mind. “Private wing. Mr. King doesn’t want anyone to know he’s here.”Didn’t want anyone to know.Of course, he didn’t.Even half-dead, that man would still pretend he was indestructible.Her fingers tightened around the elevator railing.Stupid.Reckless.Impossible man.Her th

The morning of the court hearing felt wrong… too quiet. The kind of quiet that made the air heavy in the lungs and made everyone’s skin crawl. Violetta stood in front of the mirror, smoothing her hands down her white blouse for the third time. Her fingers wouldn’t stop trembling. Not from fear of the court. Not from the media. Not even from Celeste. It was the life inside her. Every step now felt like walking on fragile glass.Every breath carried responsibility. She pressed her palm to her stomach gently.“I’ll be careful,” she whispered to herself.Behind her, Draven adjusted his tie. He was dressed in a black suit and a black shirt with no color or softness. He looked less like a CEO today and more like a man walking into war. His eyes caught her reflection. She looked pale… too pale. He picked up the glass of orange juice present on the table and quickly handed it to her.“I don’t like you coming,” he said quietly.She met his gaze through the mirror before taking a sip from the

Hospitals had a strange kind of silence. Not peaceful. Not calm. Just… heavy. Like every hallway carried whispers of pain. Violetta hated it. The smell of antiseptic made her nauseous, and the white lights hurt her already throbbing head. But none of that mattered. Because Draven hadn’t left her side once. Not during the checkup. Not during the blood tests. Not during the ultrasound. His hand stayed wrapped around hers the entire time. Firm. Warm. Steady. Like if he let go, the world would steal her away. The doctor finally stepped back with a small smile. “Both mother and baby are fine,” she reassured gently. “It was stress-induced fainting. Exhaustion, anxiety, too much emotional pressure. She needs rest. No courtrooms. No drama. No shocks.” Draven’s jaw tightened. No drama? If only it were that simple. He nodded once. “Thank you.” When the doctor left, the room grew quiet. Just the soft beep of the monitor. Violetta stared at the ceiling. “I embarrassed you