THE KING’S UNWANTED BABY MAMA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY ONE~ MELISSA’S POV The woman comes in again to clear my plate. She pauses the moment she sees it. Her eyebrows lift slightly, then a warm smile spreads across her face. “You emptied the plate?” she says, sounding pleasantly surprised. “You like pasta, I see.” My voice comes out small. Barely above a whisper. “I… guess I was just really hungry,” I say. “And it’s good.” She nods softly and walks toward the table to collect the tray, but something in her expression shifts as her eyes move over me. Her gaze stops on my hands. They’re shaking. I hadn’t even noticed until now. Her smile fades. Slowly, she places the tray back down and walks toward me. The bed sinks slightly as she sits beside me. Then she gently takes my hand. Her touch is warm, steady. Mine isn’t. “I hate what’s happening to you,” she says quietly. The words confuse me immediately. I blink at her. “What’s happening to me?” I ask. The question seems

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY THREE~ ADRIAN’S POV The doors to the boardroom open and I walk in first. The room is large, polished, built for high-level meetings. A long dark table sits in the center, surrounded by leather chairs. My eyes immediately settle on the chair at the head of the table. I walk straight to it and sit down. I turn slightly in the chair to face the young woman standing near the door. Amanda is trying to maintain her composure, but her hands are clasped too tightly and her shoulders are trembling. “It’s alright,” I say calmly. “Relax.” She takes a small breath but the nervousness remains in her eyes. “I just need you to tell me everything that happened the day your boss disappeared,” I continue. “Start from the beginning.” She nods quickly. “The person who last saw her that night was the receptionist. According to her, Ms. Melissa came down between eight and nine p.m. She handed her access card to the receptionist and said she was stepping out

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE~ BLAKE’S POV Before leaving the house, we watch the area for a few minutes, making sure no one is paying attention to our movements. We exit the same way we came in—quietly, leaving no trace behind. Dave Carter is Melissa’s lawyer. We can’t just storm into his office and drag him out. That would raise suspicion, something we don’t need right now. Once we’re inside the car, I open the file I found earlier and pull out my phone. I scan through the documents until I find his number. I dial it. The line rings twice before he answers. “Hello?” he says. “Good day, Dave,” I reply calmly. “This is Blake… Melissa’s friend.” There’s a brief pause on the line. “Oh,” he says. “Yes, I’ve heard quite a lot about you from her. What can I do for you?” His tone is polite, professional. “We need to meet as soon as possible,” I say. “It’s about Melissa. She’s currently missing, and I might need your help to find her.” Silence. Then suddenly

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY SEVEN~ BLAKE’S POV I remain standing near the bar, arms folded loosely across my chest, maintaining the image of calm patience while irritation coils tighter inside me with every passing minute. The music from the club swells and fades around us, lights sweeping across the room as guests laugh and drink, completely unaware of what is unfolding beneath their feet. Twenty minutes pass. Twenty long-ass minutes of pretending. Finally, the three officers return from their inspection. Their expressions are relaxed now, satisfied that they have seen enough. “Sorry for the disturbance, Your Highness,” one of them says respectfully. “We’ll take our leave now. If Mr. Carter drops by, give us a call.” “Sure,” I reply smoothly. I remain exactly where I am, watching them walk toward the exit. I do not move. I do not speak. I simply wait. The moment they step outside, I keep my gaze fixed forward, counting silently. Ten seconds, twenty, th

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY NINE~ MELISSA’S POV The gunshots grow louder, one after another, sharp explosions that echo through the night. Each blast sends a painful pulse through my head, as if the noise is drilling directly into my skull. I press my hands against my temples, trying to steady myself. Then suddenly— A loud crash echoes from below. It sounds like something or perhaps someone breaking into the house. My heart leaps into my throat. Panic takes over before I can even think. I rush to the wardrobe, pull the door open, and squeeze myself inside. The space is tight and smells faintly of wood and fabric. I pull the door shut as quietly as I can, curling into the darkness. My breathing is uneven. I try to silence it by covering my mouth with my hand. A few moments later, I hear the bedroom door open. Footsteps. Then a man’s voice fills the room. “I know you’re in here,” he says calmly. “Come out while I’m still being nice.” My body stiffens. I cl