All Chapters of Pregnant For My Husband’s Father : Chapter 151 - Chapter 156

Author’s POVThe engine purred as the black armored car sped toward the royal palace, its headlights cutting through the early morning haze. Inside the vehicle, silence ruled, thick, heavy, and deadly.Clara sat in the back seat, posture relaxed, legs crossed, a gun resting loosely in her hand as if it were nothing more than an accessory. Her black wedding gown was already stained, small patches of dried blood splashed across the slit and hem. Her face was cold, unreadable. This was not a bride going to a fairytale wedding.This was a warlord going to claim her prize.Spector drove with both hands tight on the steering wheel. In the trunk lay Priest Fenrir, tied, gagged, shaking like a leaf caught in a storm. Every bump in the road made him whimper.The palace gates came into view.And then, checkpoint.Four police vehicles blocked the road. Armed officers stood alert, rifles slung across their chests. The kingdom had tightened security due to the wedding, especially after rumors of u

Amelia’s POV Lily turned slowly, her eyes sharp, calculating as she sipped her champagne.“You should be scared,” Lily said quietly. “Not just scared. Terrified. If you knew who Clara really is, you wouldn’t even dare to open your mouth.”I stiffened.My grip on the glass tightened.What did she mean?Who was Clara?Was she some hidden mafia queen or what?How come she was able to make the whole palace fear her in just two days?Has she been planning all this since the first day she came here?What had my sister been hiding all this time?Questions swirled violently in my mind, but none of them mattered when the priest finally said the words I had been dreading.“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”Something inside me cracked.Tears burned my eyes, blurring my vision as Clara grabbed the king by the collar and kissed him.It wasn’t gentle.It wasn’t loving.But it was real.And it destroyed me.Pain exploded in my chest, so strong I thought I might collapse right there. I couldn’t

Clara’s POVI walked into the king’s bedroom with my luggage trailing behind me, the wheels clicking softly against the polished floor.Damn.When people talked about luxury, this was what they meant.Dark walls, deep expensive colors, black, charcoal, and gold, blended perfectly together. The furniture looked like it had never been touched unless by servants wearing white gloves. Everything smelled clean, rich, powerful. The room was so large it could fit the small house I lived in when I was a kid, twice.I slowly turned in a circle, taking everything in.The bed alone looked bigger than my entire childhood bedroom. Thick curtains hung from ceiling to floor. A chandelier sparkled softly above, throwing warm light across the room.I let out a quiet laugh.Damn, money is good.Really good.Let me say this clearly, especially if you’re reading this and life has been lying to you…don’t let anyone fool you.People love saying, “Marry for love, not money.”That’s cute. Really cute.But l