Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE KING’S UNWANTED BABY MAMA : Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

~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 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 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 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 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