Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE KING’S UNWANTED BABY MAMA : Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY ONE~ ADRIAN’S POV I slide into the ambulance and sit beside her, taking her hand gently in mine. The paramedics are already moving quickly, pressing thick gauze against her back, working to slow the bleeding. The metallic scent of blood mixes with the sharp antiseptic, heavy in the confined space, but all I see is her. One of the paramedics lifts the oxygen mask and places it carefully over her nose and mouth. Her chest rises shallowly beneath it, uneven and fragile, every breath a struggle. My chest tightens. She’s so weak. Still, she isn’t responding. I can feel my heartbeat thundering in my ears, my hands tightening involuntarily around hers. “I’m going to give her something for the pain, Your Majesty,” the paramedic murmurs, his hands steady despite the intensity of my gaze. I don’t take my eyes off her. I watch every movement of their hands, every careful motion as they tend to her wounds. When she groans—a soft, broken sound, I let out

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY THREE~ ADRIAN’S POV Nicholas and I are already in the car heading back to the glass house. The road stretches ahead of us, quiet in the bright morning light. The driver keeps a steady speed while the city slowly wakes around us. I lean back into the seat, staring out the window, but my mind is far from the streets passing by. Blake. I can’t stop thinking about him. I wish things had not ended the way they did. For all the mistakes he made, he was still my brother once. Somewhere along the line he allowed Albert to poison his mind, to twist whatever anger or desperation he carried inside. And in the end, that same man turned on him. Albert used him, then he killed him. I close my eyes briefly and let out a long breath. It has already happened. There is no changing the past now. When I open my eyes again, I continue watching the world outside the window. People are starting their day like nothing has happened—cars moving, a woman o

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY FIVE~ MELISSA’S POV They all settle down comfortably in the room, each of them taking a seat like they plan to stay for a while. The atmosphere slowly becomes calmer. After a moment, I finally ask the question that has been on my mind. “So… what about Adrian?” Frederick leans back in his chair. “He should be boiling in anger right now,” he says with a small grin. “We left him behind and came here first to see you. And knowing him, he probably intended to be the first person you laid eyes on.” Jacob nods in agreement. “He’s a true king,” he says thoughtfully. “His strength and his sense of justice are admirable.” I look at him in surprise. Hearing my brother speak that way about Adrian is unexpected. Jacob rarely praises people, especially someone in power. I can’t help but wonder what Adrian did that made him respect him this much. The nurse finishes adjusting the tray and steps back. My eyes move to the simple meal in front of

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY SEVEN~ MELISSA’S POV It’s been two months since everything, and somehow, life is beginning to settle back into a fragile rhythm. I sit in my living room, a glass in my hand, slowly swirling the drink as I watch the house come alive around me. My parents are seated comfortably, chatting quietly. Zaiden crawls across the floor, giggling as he tumbles over his toys. Jacob is packing his bag, getting ready to return to school tomorrow, while Nina flits between everyone, balancing a plate of homemade snacks and chatting as if nothing could touch her joy. Grandma sits in her chair, half-watching the television, muttering to herself occasionally, content just to be part of the household’s warmth. Steph has been holding the hotel together, keeping everything running smoothly in my absence. She stops by, reporting the latest updates. Sam and Leo are getting married, moving forward with their lives in separate cities. I don’t blame them; some

~ CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY NINE~ Two days before Zaiden’s birthday, Nina, my grandma, and my parents walk up to the jet. I stand at the base of the stairs, hardly believing I’m about to experience the luxury of a private flight. Jacob isn’t with us. He had to gone back to school and will only join us in Athenora on the day of my baby bear’s birthday. I hold sleeping Zaiden in my arms as I finally join them. I settle into my seat, watching the crew move efficiently, making sure everything is perfect and that we are comfortable. One of the hostesses adjusts my seat so I can relax more while Zaiden sleeps peacefully on my chest. The flight from Athens to Athenora is short. In less than two hours, we land at what seems like a private terminal. Nina takes Zaiden from me, and he squeals playfully, refusing to let go. They laugh as they fight over nothing, and I can’t help smiling. We step out, and my grandma is assisted carefully by one of the staff. We are led to differen