All Chapters of Pregnant For My Husband’s Father : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Author’s POVThe door burst open.“AMELIA!”His voice ripped through the room, raw and shattered. He crossed the distance in seconds, strong arms hauling her from the floor, gripping her as if sheer force could keep her there.“No, no, no, look at me!” he begged, shaking her gently, desperately. “Amelia, please. Open your eyes.”A faint smile touched her lips.He was too late.Or maybe, just in time.She wanted him to know it was okay. That the fear was gone. That she was going to their baby. But her body no longer obeyed her, and the words never came.The darkness closed in, soft and final.“Please… wake up.”“Please…wake up…please.”“Please don’t do this to me”“Say something”The king’s voice was no longer the voice of a ruler.It was broken. Hoarse. Barely holding together.He knelt on the cold floor, Amelia’s limp body held tightly against his chest as if sheer strength alone could force life back into her. Her head rested against his shoulder, her dark hair clinging to her pale

Author’s POVThe storm did not come by accident.The sky above the palace twisted violently, clouds folding into each other like wounded beasts. Thunder roared, not as sound, but as warning. The moon dimmed, its light flickering as if even it feared what was about to happen.The king stood alone in the deepest chamber of the palace.A place no one entered.A place no one spoke of.The ancient room was carved entirely from black stone, walls etched with runes older than the kingdom itself. Symbols of life. Symbols of death. Symbols scratched so deep into the stone that time itself had failed to erase them.Amelia lay at the center of the chamber, placed gently on a raised altar of obsidian. Candles surrounded her, dozens of them, burning with silver flames instead of fire.The air smelled heavy. Charged. Alive.The king stood before her, his shoulders squared, his face stripped of all softness.This was not the king the world knew.This was a man willing to burn the world for one woman

Author’s POVEthan arrived at the restaurant quietly, like a shadow slipping into a crowded room.He chose a seat far from the entrance, half-hidden behind a decorative pillar, where no one would look twice at him. From there, his eyes locked onto one person and never moved again.Alex.Alex sat at a small table near the window, the soft light from outside touching his face. He looked thinner. Tired. Different. But still unmistakably Alex. Still the man Ethan had lost sleep over. Still the man who had disappeared without warning and shattered something deep inside Ethan’s chest.Ethan’s fingers tightened around the edge of the table.He had found him.Right there.Alive.Breathing.Unaware.Ethan didn’t dare move closer. Not yet. Fear wrapped around his heart, not fear of danger, but fear of loss. If Alex saw him, he might panic. He might run. He had already vanished once. Ethan couldn’t survive that again.“I missed you,” Ethan whispered under his breath, his voice barely audible eve

Amelia’s POVI woke up with a sharp breath, my body jerking like I had been dragged back against my will.The first thing I felt was anger.Because I was still alive.My eyes burned as I stared at the ceiling above me. The room was quiet, too quiet, like the world was holding its breath. My chest rose and fell slowly, painfully, every breath reminding me of something I did not want anymore.I remembered everything.I remembered giving up.I remembered choosing not to fight, not to stay in this wicked world anymore.I remembered the moment I was sure it was over.So why was I here?My hands shook as I pushed myself up slightly, my body weak, my muscles aching like I had been dragged through hell and back, my hands and legs where chain to the bed as if I was some kind of sex slave, I try to free myself but no avail. I scanned the room slowly, my heart sinking with every detail.Dark walls. Gold designs. Heavy curtains. The smell of power and control.The king’s room.I had been here bef

The king’s POV “I wrote the rules,” I reminded him. “I know exactly what it costs.”Joe stared at me like he was looking at a stranger.“You gave up your immortality,” he said quietly. “Your life is now tied to hers. If she dies—”“I die,” I finished. “I know.”“Are you insane?” he demanded. “If the council finds out, you could lose everything. your throne, your kingdom your life.”“I don’t care,” I said without hesitation.Joe fell silent.“I am more afraid of losing her,” I continued, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me, “than losing the crown.”The words surprised even me with how true they were.The throne meant nothing without her.Power meant nothing.Immortality meant nothing.“I only want one thing,” I said. “And that is her.”Joe looked at me like he didn’t recognize the man standing before him.“You’re obsessed,” he said carefully.“Yes,” I agreed. “And?”Silence stretched between us.Finally, I straightened, pulling away from him.“Where is Clara?” I asked suddenl