All Chapters of THE KING’S UNWANTED BABY MAMA : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

REJECTION The moment I had been waiting for. “Mel—” Mia began, but I didn’t hear her. Something inside me had snapped. Weeks of waiting, frustration, fear, everything came crashing down into pure, reckless desperation. I ran. Mia screamed behind me. “MEL! STOP!” But I didn’t. The three cars in the convoy moved slowly toward the hotel entrance. The middle one, the one with the emblem was my target. I threw myself in front of it, hands waving, yelling until my voice cracked. “PLEASE! STOP! I NEED TO SEE HIM!” The car slowed but didn’t stop. My boots skidded on the pavement, but I planted myself firmly, refusing to move. Adrenaline burned through my veins. Fear and determination intertwined until my chest ached with both. “MELISSA ! GET BACK!” Mia shouted, running toward me, but I ignored her. Every instinct in my body screamed danger, yet every ounce of courage forced me to stand my ground. The middle car came to a halt a few meters from me. Engines hum

THE SCANDAL I let out a small, disbelieving chuckle as Mia stands in front of me, breathless and wide-eyed, as if she ran from a burning building. “Me?” I ask quietly. “Trending?” My voice sounds flat, distant, like it belongs to someone else. Mia doesn’t answer. Instead, she shoves her phone into my hands with trembling fingers. The moment I look at the screen, my stomach drops. Across the top of an article, the headline blares: THE KING OF ATHENORA IMPREGNATES WAITRESS AND ABANDONS HER. A ROYAL CHILD CANNOT BE BORN OUTSIDE PALACE WALLS—IS THIS A CRIME? My hand flies to my mouth to stifle the gasp that escapes me. “What… what is this?” My voice cracks. “Scroll,” Mia whispers. I do—and the words hit harder with each line. The article doesn’t know my name. Not yet. But it knows enough to send the entire world into speculation. At the very end, the writer asks: **‘Who is the baby mama?’** My vision blurs as I scroll down to the comments. "She def

ROYAL ORDER OR KIDNAPPING? Within seconds, the reporters are being dragged out, still shouting, still filming even as they stumble through the door. Blake turns to me, eyes filled with worry I rarely see from him. “Come here,” he murmurs, gently taking my elbow. He leads me into the staff room and closes the door behind us, shutting out the noise. I collapse into the seat, trembling. Blake crouches before me, his palms warm against my cold hands. “Mel… what’s going on? Who are these people? Why are you shaking like this?” I open my mouth to explain everything to Blake, but the door slams open before a single word can leave my throat. A staff member rushes in, breathless. And behind her— Two men in immaculate black suits, moving like shadows with a purpose. Their faces are unreadable behind dark glasses, their presence swallowing the entire room. Something icy crawls across my spine. “They… uh… they’re here for her,"the girl whispers, pointing at me

FEAR AND DESIRE He sinks back into the golden chair, long legs stretching out as if he owns the room, which, of course, he does. “Let’s not spoil the fun,” he says, voice casual, but the weight behind it makes my chest tighten. For a moment, I see him, not the king, the legend, the image the world worships but Adrian. The man I glimpsed that night, the man who told me he’s lonely, trapped by responsibility, suffocated by expectation. A man who rarely, if ever, gets to just… be. I recall those words, the vulnerability he had shown me. How he admitted life left him hollow, yearning for even a single night of freedom, of escape. That memory stirs something hot, dangerous, and familiar inside me, a mixture of fear, longing, and a thrill I can’t quite tame. I realize arguing with him now would be pointless. He’s a storm I can’t outrun. But maybe… maybe I can play along. Use this moment. Turn it to my advantage. I have to be t

UNEXPECTED VISIT I finish my bath, skin warm, mind a little clearer than before. I slip into the soft nightie they brought, silky, loose, but still somehow clinging in the wrong places, and wrap my white towel around my wet hair. I’m just about to walk out for dinner when my gaze lands on my phone lying on the bed. My heart jumps. My parents. Mia. Everyone must be panicking. I grab the phone immediately. Thirty-seven missed calls glare back at me. Thirty-seven. All from Mom, Dad, and Mia. A knot forms instantly in my chest. Before I can even open a message, the battery icon blinks red and the screen goes black. Dead. I whisper a frustrated sigh. Of course. I haven’t charged it since yesterday. Clutching the lifeless phone, I head downstairs. The mansion is quiet, too big, too polished, too royal for someone like me. But the moment I reach the dining area, the smell hits me, rich, savory, warm. The table is set like something out of a magazi