All Chapters of FAKE BRIDE OF THE ALPHA KING : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Roxie’s POV The palace hall was occupied with various café stations lined up in neat rows, and contestants moving around and setting up.It was the pre semi–finals of the competition.Kettles steamed softly, and coffee grinders hummed. The air was layered with the smell of roasted beans, hot milk, sugar, and spice. There was this tension in the atmosphere, like everyone knew how much was at stake but was trying not to show it.I stood at my own station, apron tied tight around my waist as I laid out my tools. My cups, filters and coffee beans I had selected carefully. Everything had its place. I could feel my heart beating faster in excitement.I made it this far.I was here in the pre semi-finals of the competition. I had to take a quick breath to keep myself grounded.Around me, other contestants were already deep into preparation, some focused and silent, others murmuring to themselves as they measured and adjusted. No one was looking at anyone else. I ran my fingers once over th

Briar’s POV Azrael and I were in the private living room, the doors shut and the space quiet except for the low hum of the palace beyond it. The pre semi-finals had taken place a few days ago, and word had finally reached me about Roxie's doing.I was sitting on the couch, relaxed. “I knew Roxie would do something drastic to the leading café,” I said, disbelief threading through my voice. “But I never thought she would poison the entire staff of that cafe. That’s crazy.”Azrael sat relaxed opposite me. His legs were spread wide, one arm resting along the back of his chair, his gaze fixed steadily on me as he listened.“You’re saying you expected sabotage,” he said slowly, his eyes never leaving my face, “but not this.”“Yes,” I replied immediately. “I thought she might try to get them disqualified. Cause a scandal. Damage their reputation. Not send people to the brink of death.”He raised a brow.“You do know that your actions helped create the space for this to happen,” he said.“Y

Roxie’s POV The finalists lined up in front of the Queen, standing shoulder to shoulder. I was among them, and my fingers wouldn’t stop fidgeting as I forced myself to still, smoothing my apron instead, even though there was nothing wrong with it.Yes, I made it to the finals.And it was finally time for the winner to be announced.A tall man in a sharp suit stepped forward, clapping his hands once to get attention. “Ladies and gentlemen, finalists of the Queen’s Coffee Competition!” he called, voice booming and clear. “Let’s give them a round of applause!”Claps and cheers erupted, and I smiled tightly, letting the sound wash over me. My heart was racing, but I kept my posture straight, trying to look composed.“You’ve all come so far,” he said, pacing slightly, gesturing toward us. “From dozens of hopeful cafés, you’ve proven your skill, creativity, and dedication at every stage. You’ve faced challenges, adapted, and shown what it truly means to be worthy of the title of Queen’s

Briar's POV The coffee competition was finally over. With Roxie disqualified, the victory went to the contestant who had originally been in second place.The staff of Rich Brews were recovering steadily. I was getting steady updates from the hospital, and from that, I knew they would make a full recovery.That was a real relief.I arranged their compensation promptly, with payments covering medical bills and lost profits from the business days they had missed.Roxie on the other hand, I still couldn’t believe that was her end. Even standing there, watching her being taken away, it didn’t feel real. After everything she had done, after everything she had put me through, this was how it finished. I thought back to how far it went, how deep it cut, starting from childhood when she learned how to hurt me, turning people against me, stripping things away piece by piece until I was always the one left standing alone. Then Aaron. She took him from me and left me completely broken and humi

Briar's POV The room was quiet except for the soft rustle of fabric and the occasional clink of folded bolts as Angel and the other maids moved them into neat stacks. We had been sorting out fabrics for over an hour, so I could decide what would be suitable for the upcoming royal events.I ran a hand over a smooth, deep-blue silk, letting the cool texture slide between my fingers. Angel and the other maids busied themselves with sorting lighter fabrics, stacking them carefully according to color and pattern.“These will do for today,” I said quietly, glancing at Angel.“You can all go and have your dinners and get some rest.”The maids murmured their thanks and began gathering the remaining fabrics, returning each piece to its proper place in the large closet. Once the last ones were stored, they filed out of the room.Angel lingered for a moment at the doorway. “Goodnight, Your Highness,” she said softly, offering a small bow before stepping out and closing the door behind her, lea