THE KING’S UNWANTED BABY MAMA 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 171 - 챕터 180

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY ONE~ ADRIAN’S POV The next morning, I prepare for the meeting with the commissioner and the security team assigned to Melissa’s case. They have gathered every piece of information they could find overnight, and they are waiting to present it. I know I should allow them to do their work and wait for results like any reasonable person would. But patience is the last thing I have right now. I haven’t slept. Every time I close my eyes, the same thoughts return—Melissa, the kidnapping, the video of her being forced into the car. The uncertainty is unbearable. My door opens quietly. Nicholas walks in, his expression unusually tense. “Your Majesty,” he says, stepping closer. “You need to see something. It’s already circulating online.” He hands me his phone. A video is already playing. The man on the screen looks familiar, and it only takes a second for me to recognize him. He’s the same journalist who interviewed Melissa after the c

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY THREE~ ADRIAN’S POV By the time he reaches us, the man slows his steps and bows deeply. “Good day, Your Majesty,” he says. “I don’t know why I was brought here, but if it’s because of the video I posted… I’m not taking it down.” He finishes his sentence still bent forward, his head lowered respectfully. He hasn’t looked up even once since he arrived. I study him for a moment before speaking. “It’s alright. You can stand,” I say calmly. “I don’t bite.” He slowly straightens, though his eyes remain lowered. “And yes,” I continue evenly, “you will take the video down. The Royal House does not tolerate its name being dragged through the media with such controversy.” He stiffens slightly. “But,” I add, my voice firm but measured, “if Prince Blake is truly behind your brother’s disappearance, I give you my word that he will face charges. And the royal house will not interfere with justice.” At that, his composure cracks. His hands b

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE~ ADRIAN’S POV We’re outside the glass house, the night air crisp against my skin. I’m dressed in a military uniform, the weight of authority and urgency settling on my shoulders. The security team has just informed us that Blake is on the move, accompanied by several cars. Every second counts. “Your Majesty, we’ll handle things there. It’s our duty to ensure your safety,” the Comissioner says, his tone steady but formal. I meet his gaze with silence, my jaw tight. “Right… Your Majesty says he’s going, then he’s going,” he mutters, tension creeping into his voice. Jacob suddenly steps forward, determination in his eyes. “I’m coming with you. I can’t stay here while my sister is in danger.” Nicholas steps in quickly, calm but firm. “We have Lady Nina’s location. She’s at the hospital. You can go there tomorrow and look after her. You don’t have the training, Jacob—you need to stay safe.” “No. I’m going with you,” Jacob insists, his

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SEVEN~ MELISSA’S POV I hear the door fling open. “Your Highness, I don’t think she will make it. More of that whip and she could die instantly.” Eric’s voice reaches me like an echo from far away. My body remains in the same position—knees pressed against the hard floor, my arms stretched apart and tied so tightly that my shoulders burn with a deep, tearing pain. I can’t move. I can’t even feel my fingers anymore. My back throbs violently with every slow breath I take, warm blood sliding down my skin and dripping quietly onto the concrete. But somehow… I’m still awake. Barely. “I don’t care if she dies,” Albert says. His voice is flat, completely void of emotion. “With her current state, I doubt she will make it until dawn,” Eric adds. My breathing is shallow now, my chest barely rising. Every inhale feels heavy, like my lungs are filled with water. “If she doesn’t speak, she’s better off dead,” Albert replies. I hear his

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY NINE~ ADRIAN’S POV The troops are already taking their positions, spreading across the rocky slope as gunfire erupts around the compound. Shots echo through the mountain, sharp and relentless, as my men gun down any threat that tries to move against us. The air smells of smoke and burnt metal, the ground littered with the bodies of those who chose the wrong side tonight. The Commissioner and Nicholas remain at my side as we watch the troops advance. “My king,” Nicholas says firmly, his voice steady despite the chaos around us. “We should wait for the way to be cleared before going in.” My eyes stay fixed on the compound ahead. Somewhere in those buildings, Melissa is fighting for her life. “We can’t,” I say without hesitation. “What if they kill her? We’re going forward.” Nicholas studies me for a second but doesn’t argue again. He signals the troops immediately. Several soldiers move around us, forming a tight protective circle as we b