บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant For My Husband’s Father : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The King’s POVWe walked into the secret dungeon, my dungeon. Hidden beneath the palace, carved into the earth with spells and steel, this place was built by my own hands, forged in secrecy. No one else in the kingdom knew of its existence except for Joe, my most trusted beta. Not even my sons. Not even the Council.The thick iron door groaned as Joe unlocked it, the screech of metal slicing through the silence like a blade. The stench hit immediately—damp stone, rusted chains, and the bitter scent of decay. But I’d grown used to it. It smelled like betrayal.There she was.Queen Kate.Once regal, now reduced to nothing but a ghost of her former self. She sat curled in the corner, chains digging into her ankles and wrists, her once-glorious silver hair now a tangled mess. But the moment the door opened, her head snapped up. Her eyes—though sunken and weary—still held that desperate gleam.She crawled forward, dragging the chains with her.“Please… please, let me out,” she whispered, h

Ethan’s POVI walked into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind me.The entire palace had gone silent, everyone had long since retired to their rooms, getting as much rest as they could before the grand event tomorrow.The masquerade ball.I sighed and rubbed my temples, trying to shove the thoughts gnawing at my mind away.But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t erase the memory of what happened earlier today—the way Alex had kissed me… and worse, the way I had kissed him back.My heart thudded painfully in my chest just remembering it.What the hell is wrong with me?I walked over to the shower and turned the faucet, letting the water run until it was scalding hot, hoping it would wash away the guilt clinging to my skin.Steam quickly filled the room, misting over the mirror and curling around my body.I stripped off my clothes and stepped under the punishing spray, hissing slightly at the heat before forcing myself to stand directly under it, arms braced against the col

Amelia’s POVA loud, frantic bang on the door jerked me awake.“Amelia! It’s me, open the door!”Clara’s voice screamed from the other side, panicked and urgent.My eyes snapped open.I blinked against the sunlight pouring into the room—and that was when I felt it.The heavy weight pressed against my stomach.Confused, I raised my head slightly, only to find the king sprawled across me, his head comfortably resting on my tummy, his arm thrown lazily around my waist.And then everything from last night came rushing back in a flood—the glowing red eyes, the teasing, the unexpected kiss, the way he fell asleep on me like a child seeking comfort.Panic instantly set in.“Shit,” I whispered under my breath.Clara banged harder, making the door rattle on its hinges.“Amelia! Open up!”I tried to move, but the king stirred, tightening his hold on me and nuzzling deeper into my side like a stubborn child.“I want to sleep more,” he mumbled, voice rough and heavy with sleep.“Someone’s at the

Ethan’s POVI was already dressed in my formal attire, the black suit fitting snugly over my frame. Elena was almost ready too, she stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate chain of a diamond necklace around her neck. She turned her back to me, silently asking for help with the clasp.Wordlessly, I moved closer and hooked the necklace for her, my fingers brushing lightly against her skin. She shivered slightly, not from my touch, but from excitement. Her smile was wide, her eyes gleaming with happiness.Something about her mood tonight gnawed at me. She was too happy.Curious, I tilted my head.“I can see you’re very excited today,” I said slowly, narrowing my eyes at her through the mirror. “Is the masquerade ball the only reason, or is there another… secret you’re hiding from me?”She let out a soft laugh, turning slightly to face me, her earrings swinging gently with the motion.“Well,” she said, practically beaming, “I invited Maddie to the ball.”I frowned.Maddie. He

Alex’s POVWe were still kissing, lost in a world that belonged to just the two of us, when suddenly—a voice pierced through the fog of passion.“Ethan, Ethan, where are you?”It was Elena.Her voice echoed down the corridor, getting closer, each step dragging us harshly back to reality.Ethan froze against me, his lips still barely brushing mine.I felt the hesitation ripple through his body.The conflict.The guilt.His hands, which had just moments ago been desperate and needy on my body, now dropped to his sides as if they had touched fire.I saw it in his eyes—the war between desire and duty.Without a word, he pulled away from me, leaving me cold, breathless, and aching for him.I reached out impulsively, grabbing his wrist, trying to pull him back.Needing him to stay.Needing just a second longer.But he shook his head, his expression tortured.His voice was low, hoarse from the intensity of what we just shared.“Elena is calling me… I need to go,” he said, his words slicing