All Chapters of THE KING’S UNWANTED BABY MAMA : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN~ The truth hits me like a blade to the spine. My knees almost give way. For a heartbeat, the world tilts—and I slam my hand against the wall, gripping stone as if it’s the only thing keeping me upright. My chest tightens. I can’t breathe. I can barely think. “Why…?” The word scrapes out of me, broken. “Why?” I strike the wall with my fist. Once. Twice. Again. Pain explodes through my knuckles, skin splitting, blood blooming—but it’s nothing compared to what’s ripping through my chest. “Why would you kill a woman,” I roar, “without even letting her survive the agony of bringing a child into the world?” My body trembles violently. Weapon wraps an arm around me from one side, Nicholas from the other, holding me together as I unravel. “I was blind,” I snarl, the realization choking me. “I couldn’t even protect Melissa. Now I see it—why they were so determined to erase her. They were repeating the same crime. History, rewritten in blood.” A

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN~ I finish up on my phone and let out a slow breath, the kind you don’t realize you’ve been holding all day. I turn to Nina, rubbing my palms together. “So,” I say, leaning against the counter, “what are we making, chef?” She grins, already reaching for an apron like the professional she is. “Pasta and chicken. And congratulations—you’re my assistant. Your job is chopping veggies. That’s it.” I chuckle. “Fair enough. But first, I’ll get the guys some drinks. Be right back.” She hesitates. “We’re running low on groceries. And the housekeeping money’s gone too.” “I figured,” I say, opening the cabinet. “We’re almost out of drinks as well. Remind me to load more money on the card.” I grab the last bottle of liquor and two glasses and head toward the living room. Blake and Frederick are in the middle of something—voices low, sharp, tense. Whatever it is, it dies the second they notice me walking in. The silence hits fast and thick. I

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN~ I stop mid-step. Turn back. “You,” I say, calm, measured. “You’re HR, right?” She blinks, startled to be addressed directly. “Yes, ma’am.” “Good.” I hold her gaze. “There’ll be a meeting upstairs. Your bosses will be in it. I need you to handle everything while they’re away—operations, staff concerns, anything urgent.” There’s a brief pause. Then she nods, straightening instinctively. “I’ll take care of it.” As she speaks, Mr. Dave approaches from the lobby entrance, his face lighting up the moment he sees me. “Well,” he says, stopping in front of me, clearly pleased. “You look beautiful. And you look exactly the part.” “Thank you,” I reply, returning the smile. The HR manager nods again, more confident now. “I’ll make sure everything runs smoothly in their absence.” “That’ll be all,” I say. She steps back immediately, already pulling out her phone. We continue toward the elevator. “Have all the senior staff been in

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN~ “You bought a house,” I say calmly. The room stills. “A very large one. Prime location. Cash-heavy purchase.” I lift my gaze to Jake. “With my money.” A sharp wave of gasps cuts through the boardroom. “And that wasn’t enough,” I continue, voice steady, measured. “You went further. You acquired landed property and began funding a restaurant project—again, using company funds.” Jake’s lips part slightly, but no sound comes out. “You rerouted capital as if it were your inheritance,” I continue, eyes locked on his, “as if accountability was optional. And you think you’ll get away with it?” I shift my attention, just slightly, toward Mia. “And you didn’t act alone.” Her posture stiffens. “You used your girlfriend to move the money. That is why she was always present. That is why transfers passed through accounts that had no business being linked to this hotel.” I pause, letting the weight settle. “That makes her an accomplice.”

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN~ I try to pull her up. And that’s when I see it. Blood. So much blood. It stains her clothes, spreads across the floor, thick and dark and real. My brain refuses to understand it. “What… what is this?” My voice comes out small. “Nina? Talk to me. What happened?” She tries to smile. She actually tries to smile. But her lips tremble and no sound comes out. Then I see her hand. Pressed tightly against her stomach. And when she shifts slightly, I see it. The wound. “Oh God.” The words rip out of me. “You’re stabbed….” My hands start shaking so badly I can barely hold my phone. I dial Blake. It rings and rings. “Pick up… please pick up…” He answers. “Mel?” “Blake—” My voice cracks into pieces. “Please… please come immediately.” “I’m on my way. What’s happening?” But I can’t even explain. I hang up. There’s too much blood. I can’t think. I run to my room, almost slipping on the tiles. I’m breathing to