บททั้งหมดของ THE KING’S UNWANTED BABY MAMA : บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE~ MELISSA’S POV The warm shower always resets me. Steam curls around my shoulders, soft and forgiving, rinsing away the heaviness that seems to follow me everywhere these days. I close my eyes and let the water fall over my face, over my chest, down my spine. For a few minutes, I can pretend I’m just a woman in a beautiful house in Athens—not someone constantly calculating threats, betrayals, and the safety of her child and loved ones. When I finally turn the water off, I feel lighter. Not healed. But steadier. I wrap myself in a towel and move to the vanity, patting my skin dry before slipping into something soft and fitted. I moisturize slowly, grounding myself in routine. Sweet body mist follows—vanilla and soft florals, light but memorable. A reminder that I’m still allowed softness. Nina’s face flashes through my mind. When will she wake up? When will she tell me what she knows? If someone truly tried to use her to poison me o

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY THREE~ I feel the thick press of him through his lounge pants, firm and insistent against my stomach, and my body reacts before my mind can interfere. Heat rushes low, pooling between my thighs, my panties damp and clinging. I want him. God, I want him right here—on this table, under the red lights, against the cold surface while he makes me forget my own name. But something inside me tightens. His mouth trails down my neck, slow and deliberate, lips warm, tongue teasing the sensitive spot just below my ear. A soft sound slips from me—half moan, half surrender. My fingers clutch his shirt, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. I should stop this. I don’t. His hand slides to my waist, fingers spreading, gripping like he’s grounding himself. My head tilts back, exposing more of my throat. He groans softly, the sound vibrating against my skin, and that alone nearly undoes me. “Stop… stop,” I whisper—but it comes out breathless, frag

~CHAPTERS ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FIVE~ I instinctively glance around. He looks worse than the last time I saw him. Tired and agitated. Like a man who hasn’t slept without one eye open. “I’ve been trying to reach you,” he says quickly. “There’s no other way. I’m sorry… for everything. For ruining your happiness.” I let out a short, humorless laugh. “The same you who threatened me in the boardroom? The one hiding behind an anonymous protector?” My voice sharpens. “Get away from me.” He steps closer instead. Security immediately moves in, two guards appearing from the side like shadows trained to react. One of them places a firm hand on his shoulder. “It’s fine,” I say, though my eyes never leave his. He looks desperate now and scared. “If you really want my forgiveness,” I continue coldly, “give me names. The people backing you. The ones pulling the strings.” His jaw tightens. “I can’t stay here long,” he mutters, glancing over his shoulder. “It’s like I’m bein

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVEN~ For a second, I just stare at the screen. The sound of Jacob’s voice fades into static in my ear. “Melissa? Hello?” My chest tightens. “Call me when you get to the hotel,” I say quickly, already pulling the phone away. “I have to take this.” I don’t wait for his reply. I switch lines. “Hello?” “Ms. Lawson?” The nurse’s voice is calm. “This is St. Catherine’s Hospital. We need you to come immediately. It’s about Nina.” Everything inside me goes cold. “I was just there this morning,” I whisper. “What happened?” There’s a pause. “She regained consciousness.” For a second, I don’t understand the words. “Regained…?” “She’s awake.” Everything inside me drops. Relief. So sharp it hurts. “Is she stable?” I ask, already standing. “She’s weak. Disoriented. But she’s asking for you.” That’s all I need. “I’m on my way.” I hang up and don’t realize my hands are trembling until I try to grab my keys. Oh,

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY NINE~ A few people glance our way. I wipe the remaining tears quickly and straighten my posture. Then I walk back into the room. The doctor is there now, reviewing Nina’s chart. “We’ll continue monitoring her,” he says professionally. “She needs rest. Once she stabilizes fully, she can go home.” “Thank you, doctor,” I reply. He nods and leaves. Nina looks at me with swollen, tear-filled eyes. “I’m truly sorry.” I walk closer to her bed. “It’s fine,” I say gently. “You kept those things from me… and because of you, my son and I are alive.” Her lips tremble. “You’re still my sister,” I continue softly. “Families fight. They hide things. But they don’t stop being family.” That breaks her. She lets out a heavy, uncontrollable cry—the kind that sounds like it’s been trapped inside for months. She leans forward and wraps her arms around me. I hold her tightly, rubbing her back as my own tears fall silently. —- After a few min