All Chapters of THE KING’S UNWANTED BABY MAMA : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

BETRAYAL HURTS I’m about to use a spare key to open my boyfriend's apartment door, when i hear loud moaning and banging coming from inside. "Oh yeah, right there baby!". "Don't stop fucking me with that big dick, please!" My heart clenches. What could be going on in there? With trembling hands, i insert the key and turn it slowly. The lock clicks and i carefully push the door open. The scene that greets me, makes my blood run cold. My boyfriend Jake is naked on the couch, thrusting wildly between the spread legs of another woman. Jake is grunting and sweating as he pounds into her roughly. He doesn't even notice me standing there, mouth agape in shock. The floozy wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. "Mmmm fuck yeah, I'm gonna come all over your dick! Don't stop!" she screeches. I stand there frozen, hot tears welling up in my eyes. Finally, Jake looks up and spots me in the doorway. His face goes pale. "Oh shit," he stammers, scrambling off the w

FRESH GRADUATE I scramble out of bed, clutching the sheets to my chest. My legs feel weak as I reach for my uniform crumpled near the door. The sound of running water startles me. My heart jumps to my throat. Someone’s in the bathroom. I freeze, panic surging through me. He’s still here. Quickly, I grab my clothes, fumbling to get dressed. My hands shake as I pull on my uniform, tucking in the wrinkled shirt, trying not to make a sound. I’m almost at the door when it opens. He steps out, a towel wrapped low around his waist, droplets of water sliding down his chest. His eyes widen slightly when he sees me. “Wait—” he starts. But I cut him off before he can finish. “Don’t. You don’t have to say anything.” He looks confused. I keep going, my voice sharp and trembling. “No strings attached. No names. And I don’t ever want to see you again.” Something flickers in his gaze, like surprise, or offense. “You asked for it,” he says finally, his tone cold b

I’M PREGNANT 2 The moment I sit on my bed, my knees give out like something inside me has snapped. The mattress dips under my weight and the room suddenly feels too small, too quiet, too bright. My vision blurs as tears spill down my cheeks, hot and endless. My hands won’t stop shaking. “What will I do, Mia?” I whisper, my voice breaking into pieces. “What am I supposed to do?” Mia doesn’t hesitate. She drops beside me and pulls me into her arms, wrapping me up in the kind of hug that feels like a lifeline. Her shirt absorbs the first of my silent sobs. She strokes my back gently, her voice low and soothing. “Melissa … breathe. Just breathe, okay? I’m here. You’re not alone in this.” I grip her like the room is spinning and she’s the only steady thing left. The fear sits heavy on my chest, thick, suffocating, relentless. I feel it pressing down on every breath, squeezing until I’m almost gasping. She pulls back slightly and cups my cheeks, wiping my tears wi

THE MOMENT OF REALIZATION The security guard’s words slam into me like a punch. “The VVIP guest in that room… he’s a king.” My heart stops. My breath stops. Everything inside me just… freezes. The man I had a one-night stand with. The man whose touch I can still feel on my skin. The man whose child I’m carrying. A king. The hallway tilts. The lights blur. My mind races so fast it feels like it might burst out of my skull. I’m rooted to the spot, staring at the guard like he just told me the world is ending. “Ma’am?” the guard frowns, confused by my expression. “Are you okay?” No. Not even close. But before I can pull myself together, I hear hurried footsteps. “Melissa?” Sandra rounds the corner, stopping dead when she sees my face. Her gaze slides to the guard and sharpens instantly. “What’s going on?” “She came up here looking for a necklace ,” the guard explains. “VVIP level isn’t for staff unless you’re assigned.” Sandra steps forward, read

TEST RESULT Mia snaps her fingers like she’s cracked the code to life itself. “Mel, listen. The only way we can find him is simple,the hotel.” I blink at her. “What?” She leans forward, eyes glowing with excitement. “Think about it. For a whole king to have a private-person room at that hotel, it means he uses it often. He’ll come back. That place is his hideout, or business stop, or whatever rich kings do. We’ll wait for him there.” I stare at her, speechless. “And before all that,” she continues, wagging a finger, “we need proof. Solid proof. We’re going to the hospital to get a proper pregnancy test. Not those cheap sticks you used.” “Mia—” “No,” she cuts me off. “Someone like him won’t take your word. We need results. Papers. Medical stamps. Evidence.” I swallow hard. She’s right. And that’s what scares me. “After we get the results,” she goes on, “we’ll go to the hotel every night and watch. Any car with a royal crest emblem? We pay attention