All Chapters of THE KING’S UNWANTED BABY MAMA : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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Chapter one hundred and twenty one

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE~ The night air hits my skin the moment we step out of the hospital. It feels colder than it should. Blake doesn’t put me down. He carries me all the way to the car, his arms firm beneath me like I weigh nothing. I don’t argue. I don’t have the strength to. He opens the passenger door and gently lowers me into the front seat. The leather is cool against my back. For a second, the world tilts again. He leans in immediately, one hand braced against the car roof, the other steadying my waist. “Look at me,” he says softly. I try. My vision is hazy from the blood loss, from the exhaustion, from the emotional wreckage of the night. “You gave enough,” he murmurs. “You don’t have to keep proving how strong you are.” I swallow, my throat dry. I nod. His expression shifts. He reaches across me and pulls the seatbelt over my shoulder, clicking it into place carefully, like I’m fragile glass. His hand lingers for a second on m

Chapter one hundred and twenty two

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWO~ I sit on the edge of the bed, my body is weak, but my mind is racing. I dial Mr. Dave’s number. He picks up on the second ring. "Melissa?" His voice is thick with worry. "Are you alright?" "I'm fine," I whisper, though my trembling hands say otherwise. "But Nina isn't." I recount the night in a blur of jagged sentences—the hospital, the blood. When I finish, I hear a muffled cry of shock from the other end. "God," Dave gasps. "Who would do this? What is the motive?" "I'm sorry for the tragedy," a sharper voice cuts in, his brother, Zack. "But Melissa, listen to me. We need to make this public. Now." "Public?" I recoil, my grip tightening on the phone. "No. Nina is fighting for her life. I’m not using her pain for clout." "You don’t understand," he says, his tone professional and urgent. "You’re already trending. If we go public with the attack, the spotlight becomes a shield. Whoever is doing this wants to operate in the dark. I

Chapter one hundred and twenty three

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE~ "Listen,” he says, voice low, infuriatingly calm, “The bleeding will stop.” I stare at him like he just told me he scraped his knee. “Are you listening to yourself?” My voice climbs despite me. “You’re bleeding through your shirt. What happened?” The tension in the foyer thickens instantly. The staff feel it. One by one, they disappear—a door shutting softly, footsteps retreating. It’s just us now. Blake exhales once, like he’s deciding how much to give me. “I was shot last night.” The words land heavy. “But the bullet’s out,” he continues smoothly. “It’s nothing. I’ve seen worse.” He smiles. That smile makes my blood run cold. “You got shot last night?” My chest tightens. “What were you doing last night until this morning? What the hell are you, Blake?” I search his face like I’ll find the truth written somewhere between his eyes. He doesn’t blink. “I’m me,” he says quietly. “Listen, I was out and there were gunsh

Chapter one hundred and twenty four

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOUR My fingers move before my thoughts can unravel. I unfold the letter again, the words as brutal as the first time I read them. The small sachet of green powder feels heavier than paper ever should. I open the sachet and sniff the powder, but there's nothing. It actually smells like nothing. I reseal it. This cannot be found by the police. I grab one of Nina’s thick socks from the bed and slide the folded letter deep into the fabric. Then I tuck the sachet in after it, wrapping the sock tightly until the shape disappears completely. I bury it at the bottom of the duffel beneath sweaters and folded leggings and zip the bag closed with steady hands. Breathe. I scan the room one last time—vanity drawers, beneath the mattress, the corners of the wardrobe. Nothing else. Or nothing obvious. A knock sounds against the doorframe. “Ma’am.” I turn. A police officer stands there, notebook tucked under his arm. “We need you to wra

Chapter one hundred and twenty five

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE~ I don’t realize how long we’ve been driving until Steve’s voice gently cuts through the silence. “We’re home.” I wipe my cheeks quickly before opening my eyes. The song is still playing—the fourth or fifth repeat and for a second I don’t move. I just breathe. Then I step out of the car. And Blake’s house stands in front of me in its full glory. He’s already standing at the entrance. Waiting. The moment his eyes land on me, they narrow slightly — not in suspicion, but in concern. He scans my face like he’s searching for cracks. “Are you okay?” he asks, stepping closer. “Did the cops stress you?” There’s anger in his voice. “No,” I say quickly, steadying myself. “I’m fine. I just need to shower and head to the hospital—besides, I have a hotel to run.” It sounds normal. Like my world isn’t collapsing in layers. He studies me for another second, clearly unconvinced, but he nods. I walk p

Chapter one hundred and twenty six

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY SIX~ From his expression, I notice Joe’s displeasure, but he masks it with a smile. “Okay… I’ll go enjoy a swim at the pool,” he says, forcing casualness. I return a tight, uncomfortable smile, letting it slide. The HR approaches, slight bow, professional and composed. “Welcome, ma’am. I have the report on everything you asked me to do.” “That’s good,” I reply politely. “Once I’m settled in my office, I’ll give you a call to come and brief me.” She nods and walks away, leaving me with my thoughts. I step into the elevator, Leo right beside me. He glances at me, frowning slightly. “Is it just me… or is there something suspicious about that guy? Joe?” I let a small smirk play on my lips. “That makes two of us. But that’s by the way.” He pouts dramatically, clearly indulging in the moment. “Right,” he says, shaking his head, but there’s an undercurrent of tension in his gaze that doesn’t escape me. **** It’s already noon. Leo has gone to

Chapter one hundred and twenty seven

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY SEVEN~ ADRIAN’S POV The Next Day By the time I leave the state matters meeting, the sun has already begun its descent. I didn’t notice how many hours have slipped away inside that suffocating chamber of politics and controlled hostility. My uncle is clever. He has rallied the elite—the old bloodlines, the men who built their power decades ago and refuse to release it. Now they’re requesting his release, arguing the evidence against him is inconclusive. They speak of justice, but what they fear is irrelevance. Old men who refuse to retire, clinging to influence while the kingdom rots beneath polite applause. They want more evidence? I’ll dig until I reach bone. I leave the council without another word. My patience for theatrics is thin. I need to see Katherina and my child. The Royal infirmary wing prepared for the Queen and the princess is silent, sterile, heavily guarded. When I enter the chamber, I find my daughter insi

Chapter one hundred and twenty eight

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY EIGHT~ ADRIAN’S POV “Everything… started way back before you even knew her.” Her eyes drift, unfocused, as if she is watching her own past unravel in front of her. “She’s always gotten everything I wanted. Always.” Her voice cracks. “In college she didn’t even try. She’d walk into a room and people would just… gravitate toward her. Professors adored her. Men noticed her. Opportunities chased her. And I was there too. I worked harder. I tried harder. But I was invisible.” Her fingers curl against the restraints. “I was her friend,” she whispers. “But I was just a shadow.” I say nothing. Silence, when wielded properly, forces confession deeper. “And then Jake…” The name leaves her mouth like something sacred and ruined at the same time. I lift my head slowly. “Jake?” Nicholas answers without hesitation. “The one currently on the run, Your Majesty. He testified in court claiming to be the biological father of the child. Mis

Chapter one hundred and twenty nine

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY NINE~ ADRIAN’S POV “Continue.” My voice is low, steady. But my presence alone presses against her, like the walls themselves are closing in. Her face falters, and she swallows hard. “And when she started telling me she was falling in love with you…” Her laugh is brittle, jagged, like broken glass. “Ugh… she’s such a lover girl. Always believing in fairy tales.” Her hands twist in the ropes, knuckles white. “I couldn’t reach the Royal House myself. I didn’t have the power. But the opportunity… it came to me.” Her words hang in the air, heavy. “A young man came to me. Said someone important wanted me to do something. I’d be rewarded… anything I wanted.” Her eyes dart at mine, calculating. “But when I heard it involved Melissa… I didn’t even ask for payment. I… I agreed to do it for free.” A muscle ticks in my jaw. My fingers curl behind my back. “Who was this person?” I ask, my voice calm, but the room seems to shrink. “I… I don’

Chapter one hundred and thirty

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY~ ADRIAN’S POV I sit there, forcing my breathing to slow. The room smells like blood and splintered wood. My fists throb, skin split open, red dripping onto marble. I stare at the stains like they belong to someone else. “I was such a fool…” The words taste bitter. All this time I’ve been dining with betrayal. Smiling across tables at wolves dressed in silk. Questioning the one person who stood before me with nothing but truth in her eyes. Will Melissa ever forgive me? Now I understand the fire in her silence. The way she refuses my calls. The way she looks at me like I am the enemy. Because I was. I broke her. I stood in judgment while she pleaded. I let doubt humiliate her. I let my throne speak louder than her tears. The door opens softly. I lift my eyes. Nicholas stands there but doesn’t enter. He freezes at the sight of the wrecked room, the blood on my hands. He has seen me furious. He has seen me ruthless, but he has never seen m

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