All Chapters of THE KING’S UNWANTED BABY MAMA : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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Chapter one hundred and one

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE~ Nina calling for the doctor is the last thing I hear. Then—darkness. ** My eyes flutter open again. The same sterile white ceiling greets me, too bright, too quiet. The machines beside my bed hum steadily, their rhythmic beeps the only proof that time is still moving. “Hello?” My voice comes out weak, hoarse. Silence. There is no Nina, no Blake, and not even a nurse in sight. Just… beeping. My heart jumps. Oh my God. Am I dead? “Nina?” I whisper, then louder, “Nina!” Nothing. Panic grips me. I try to sit up and immediately regret it. My body feels like someone replaced my bones with noodles. I notice the drip in my vein. Okay. Dead people don’t get IV drips, right? …Right? My chest tightens and I start sobbing anyway. Dramatically. Loudly. Like someone in a tragic movie montage. I died alone,” I sniff. “ This is how ghosts start. I knew I should have apologized to Blake for not resting and for insisting on doing th

Chapter one hundred and two

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO~ I don’t say a word. For some unknown reason, my voice abandons me. “I know you can hear me,” he says. Still, I remain silent. If I open my mouth, I know I’ll tear up—anger, heartbreak, humiliation all colliding in my chest. “We need to talk.” I don’t wait to hear another word. My thumb ends the call. My heart pounds like I’ve just run miles. Nina and Blake stare at me, confused, alarmed. “Who was that that put you in such a trance?” Nina asks. “Adrian,” I whisper. Her eyes widen. “The king? And you hung up on him like that?” I turn to her, fury blazing through me. “All these while, I begged the universe for him to call. I wanted to explain everything, to clear my name. He never called. He believed the lies. He let me rot in disgrace.” My voice shakes, but I don’t stop. “And now he suddenly wants to talk? He must be out of his mind if he thinks I want to hear his voice. Fuck him. Big time.” Nina gasps. “You could get in trouble fo

Chapter one hundred and three

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THREE~ "Oh, you don’t know who your huge friend here is?” Frederick says, his tone smooth and sarcastic. I push myself up, but Blake’s hand clamps around my wrist. He shakes his head once—silent, urgent. “Sit.” My eyes search his. “What is he talking about?” He exhales, the kind of breath a man releases when the past finally catches up to him. “I didn’t tell you because… I don’t live with that identity. And I didn’t think it mattered.” “That’s not an answer,” I say quietly. Frederick opens his mouth, but I lift my hand. “Not you. I want to hear it from him.” The room feels smaller. Blake straightens, his shoulders squaring like a soldier stepping onto a battlefield he’s avoided for years. His voice is calm, but there’s a fracture beneath it. “My full name is Blake Drakonis.” The name lands like a gunshot. “Drakonis?” My body goes rigid. He nods once. “Yes. Illegitimate son of King Arthur Drakonis.” My breath stutters. “The king w

Chapter one hundred and four

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR~ "Were you ever going to tell me?” My voice cracks, but I don’t care. Let him hear it. Let him feel it. He moves toward me like he’s approaching a wounded animal, then slowly squats in front of me, his hands resting on his knees like he’s bracing for impact. “I was going to tell you.” A harsh laugh rips out of me—ugly and bitter. “When? When I finally kissed you? Or when we made love? Tell me, Blake—when exactly did you decide to tell me something this important?” He flinches, like I slapped him. “I didn’t see myself as one of them,” he says, voice strained. “I’ve spent my entire life pretending I wasn’t royal. That name, that blood—it means nothing to me.” “It means something to me,” I snap, my chest burning. “Everything in my life was broken because of that blood.” He nods, swallowing hard. “I know.” I fold my arms, nails digging into my skin. “So you just decided I didn’t deserve the truth?” “No.” His voice cracks. “I decided I was

Chapter one hundred and five

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE~ This was the encouragement I needed. The tears spill before I can stop them. Nina pulls me into a tight hug. “Congratulations, Mel. I’m so happy for you.” Her voice is bright, proud. “I need to get back to the kitchen before I burn down the house. And we’re celebrating—big.” “We will,” I whisper, still laughing through tears. The door closes behind her, and the room falls quiet again. I finally open the message Mr. Dave sent and scroll through the two profiles carefully. I don’t just skim—I study. Their education, their past campaigns, their tone, their worldview. One stands out immediately. *Leo Garth.* His page is clean but bold. Strategic but ethical. No messy scandals, no cheap clout-chasing. His posts talk about crisis management, reputation rebuilding, narrative control. He doesn’t just manage brands—he reshapes stories. My instincts settle. He’s the one. I call Mr. Dave and give him my decision. He sounds pleased, already ten

Chapter one hundred and six

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIX~ "I know how feelings work, Nina. They don’t just disappear, and I’m not delusional enough to pretend otherwise.” I stop walking and turn to her. “And I’m not lying to myself.” My voice is calm. “I’ve accepted my weakness. I know exactly what I feel. But the truth is, it doesn’t change my decision.” She listens intently. “You don’t wait until you fall completely out of love with someone before choosing yourself,” I continue. “You don’t need emotional amnesia to know when someone no longer deserves access to you. I’ve made my choice—and my feelings don’t get a vote in it.” Silence stretches between us. Nina studies me like she’s seeing something new. Something settled. Then she nods, slow and understanding. “I’m sorry,” she says quietly. “If I was being too pushy.” “It’s fine.” I exhale, the tension easing from my shoulders. Then, with a faint smile, I add, “But I’m starving. Let’s go.” “And yes,” I add, my tone suddenly lighter,

Chapter one hundred and seven

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN~ I finish my breakfast at the café, settle the bill, and step outside into the morning light. A taxi slows at my signal, and minutes later I’m on my way to the dealership. As soon as we stop and I step out, my phone buzzes in my hand. One name flashes on the screen—Blake. I hesitate—then slip the phone into my bag. I will talk to him later. Inside, I’m welcomed immediately—warm smiles, practiced courtesy. A man approaches, confident but respectful. “Good morning, Miss Melissa Lawson. We’ve been expecting you.” So this is him, the voice from the phone. “Good morning,” I reply, returning the smile. “Let’s proceed.” The showroom opens before me, and I slow without meaning to. Rows of luxury cars gleam under soft lights—sleek, powerful, impossibly beautiful. For a fleeting second, I imagine choosing all of them. Freedom on four wheels. When he leads me to the car I initially selected, my admiration returns instantly. Black exterior.

Chapter one hundred and eight

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT~ "What the hell are you doing here?” The words rip out of me as I shoot to my feet, my heart slamming so hard it hurts. The room explodes into motion. “No one speaks to the King in that manner,” one of his guards snaps—and suddenly there’s a gun pointed at me. Everything slows. Blake moves first. He steps in front of me without thinking, his body blocking mine, ready to take whatever comes. And something inside me breaks. I laugh. Not because it’s funny but because if I don’t laugh, I might scream. A loud, unhinged laugh tears out of my chest as I shove past Blake and clap slowly, mockingly, right in front of Adrian. “You’re going to shoot me?” I say, my voice shaking with fury. “In my house?” Nina rushes in, panic all over her face, grabbing my arm. “Melissa, please—stop—” “Leave me alone!” I shout, yanking free. “I am done being afraid. No one comes into my home to threaten me—no one—not even a king.” My chest rises and fall

Chapter one hundred and nine

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINE~ Blake’s hand rubs slow, deliberate circles on my back, grounding and possessive in a way that makes my chest tighten. His touch lingers a second longer than necessary, like he’s holding himself back. When I pull away, I lift my face to his, our breaths brushing. “What does he really want from you?” he asks, jaw tight, irritation barely restrained. “I don’t get it.” I don’t have the strength to unpack the mess Adrian left behind. I’m wrung out—emotionally bruised, physically aching. “I’m done with today,” I say quietly. “I need rest. My meds. Sleep—real sleep. My head is pounding from all of this.” Blake looks like he wants to argue, to demand answers, to protect me from everything and everyone at once. His eyes darken, then soften. He exhales slowly. “Okay,” he says. “Tomorrow. We’ll talk tomorrow.” He leans in and presses a kiss to my forehead—gentle, but full of things unsaid. Then he leaves. The door shuts, and my body reacts b

Chapter one hundred and ten

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TEN~ "You testified in the Royal court,” I say slowly, each word measured, lethal, “that the child Melissa was carrying wasn’t mine—based on your research.” My fingers rest inches from the gun. “I’m ready to hear it,” I add. “All of it.” “It was… it was—” His voice breaks. Suddenly he scrambles out of the chair and drops to his knees. His forehead hits the floor with a dull sound. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty. I didn’t confirm it based on proper research.” Something hot and violent surges through my chest. For a second, I imagine lifting the gun. Ending him. “Go on,” I say instead. My voice is iron. Barely contained. “I received an envelope,” he continues, voice shaking. “It was left on my desk. Inside was a letter stating that the child did not belong to the king. I… I cross-checked the dates. When you and Lady Melissa met, she appeared to be one week ahead.” My jaw tightens. “At the time,” he says quickly, “it made sense. I believed the lette

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