All Chapters of THE KING’S UNWANTED BABY MAMA : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

193 Chapters

Chapter thirty one

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE My fingers tremble over the screen. My stomach drops. That information… Not even Mia knew that. Not anyone outside a tight circle. So how—? My breath catches. Someone leaked this. Someone with access… someone close enough to the palace. Someone who wants me humiliated. A slow, cold realization spreads through my spine. Someone is deliberately trying to destroy me. Not just rumors. A calculated attack. But who? The thought makes my throat close. I clutch my little bump, suddenly terrified, suddenly protective. A soft knock pulls me back into the room, and Nina steps in cautiously. One look at my face and she’s frozen. “Milady…?” she whispers. The phone slips from my hand as a tear slides down my cheek. “They… they dug into my father’s hospital bills. They’re saying I trapped him for money. someone inside this palace is feeding the media.” Nina’s eyebrows knit, and in a heartbeat she’s kneeling beside the bed, taking my

Chapter thirty two

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO The moment Frederick slams his hand on the table, the room turns into a graveyard of shocked silence and shattered etiquette. Teacups jump. Porcelain rattles. Several noble ladies gasp loud enough to echo. But the queen, she rises slowly, like a storm building behind her eyes. The queen rises so sharply her chair scrapes the marble with an ugly screech. “This is a women’s gathering,” she says, her voice dripping with regal outrage. “Men do not step foot in here. Except the king and you, Frederick, are not the king.” But Frederick doesn’t flinch. Instead, he steps deeper into the room, ignoring the gasps and fanned faces. “Then explain something to me, Your Majesty,” he says, every word edged with steel. “Why is a pregnant woman being forced to stand for hours while you all sit comfortably as if her suffering is entertainment?” A ripple of discomfort spreads across the room. The noble ladies avert their eyes, their earlier smugness evaporating. S

Chapter thirty three

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE By the time we reach the doors of my chambers, my body feels heavier than my heart and that’s saying something. Frederick still holds my hand, warm and steady, as if afraid I’ll collapse the moment he lets go. The guards posted outside bow to him, eyes flickering in confusion at the sight of the king’s brother escorting me so protectively. He pushes the door open and guides me inside like I’m fragile porcelain, and for once… I let him. The moment we enter, the calm silence of my chambers wraps around me. Soft curtains sway gently from the balcony, the fading sun painting gold across the marble floor. Everything looks serene. Nothing feels serene. Frederick shuts the door behind us, turning back to me with that same mix of anger and concern that has been burning in his eyes since he stepped into the tea gathering. “Sit,” he murmurs. I shake my head. “I’m fine.” “You’re not,” he replies softly. “I said I’m fine, Frederick.” It comes out

Chapter thirty four

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR He chuckles lightly, a low, mischievous sound. “Ah, that’s the surprise,” he says, refusing to elaborate. I bite back a laugh, my nerves tingling with a mix of relief, excitement, and disbelief. It’s nice speaking to him , as I hang up . Nina bursts back in, ice cream in hand, her face glowing with triumph. “Here! Vanilla, just like you asked.” I reach for it, grateful for the small comfort, and for a moment, I’m happy. I scoop the ice cream, creamy and sweet, into my mouth, letting the cold melt some of the tension clinging to my shoulders. ***********LATER IN THE NIGHT ************ I creep through the dimly lit corridors of the palace, my heart thudding in my chest. Every step feels heavy, but determination pushes me forward. I need to find Frederick’s chamber. I can’t be seen by the guards or anyone else. Nina gave me directions earlier, but now, in the silent night, they feel useless. I turn a corner and freeze. A small parrot hous

Chapter thirty five

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE The room is quiet. Too quiet. My heart is racing, my clothes are torn, and the king is still standing in front of me like he owns the air I’m breathing. Something inside me snaps. Before I can stop myself… I slap him. The sound cuts through the room. His head jerks to the side. My hand stings. I cannot believe I just hit the king. The king. The man everyone fears. The man who thinks he can treat me however he likes. I turn away before I can see his face. My shredded dress is hanging open, and shame burns through me. I drag the duvet off my bed and wrap it tightly around myself. The soft fabric covers me, restoring a tiny fraction of the dignity he nearly tore away. Slowly, cautiously, I turn back. His face is empty. No anger, no surprise. Just cold. I speak before fear can shut me up. You can’t treat me like trash in front of everyone and then try to claim me in private,” I say, each word pulled from a place in me that’s been quiet for

Chapter thirty six

CHAPTER THIRTY SIX I gesture toward the couch politely. “Please… sit down.” Frederick lowers himself onto the seat, calm but curious. I sit across from him, my hands twisting on my lap as I gather the courage to speak. “I need to leave the palace for a little while,” I say softly. “Just a few hours.” His brows rise a little. “I know the king won’t allow it,” I add quickly. “He won’t even let me step outside the gates. But you… you have the influence to help me. You can get me out. I just want to breathe, see the city, meet my friends, shop a little… feel normal.” He watches me so closely it makes my heart race. “That is all you want?” he asks. “Yes,” I whisper. “Just that.” He leans back, thinking deeply. Then he nods. “All right. I’ll help you.” A breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding escapes me. “But on one condition,” he continues. “I’ll come with you. I need to make sure you’re safe.” “That’s perfectly fine,” I answer, unable to hide my excitement.

Chapter thirty seven

CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN I push past Nina’s worried protests and step out into the hallway, following the growing noise drifting in from the front grounds. A security guard hurries by, and I stop him. “What’s going on out there?” He gives a small, respectful bow. “The shouting is coming from beyond the main gates, my lady. A group of farmers is protesting the tax increases.” Then he heads off again, already speaking into his radio. I stand still, my brain clicking immediately to the argument I overheard between Adrian and former Queen Ravenna, that cold, clipped conversation about rising taxes and “public unrest.” So this is what that was about. I let out a quiet, humorless laugh. Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. The mighty King Adrian Drakonis, the same man that can bully me into silence any day of the week, suddenly can’t find the strength to deal with his own people’s problems? How… impressive. Honestly, I have enough problems

Chapter thirty eight

CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT For a split second, an image flashes through my mind, him fucking me with this angry face of his, and rough, eyes locked on mine and I snap myself out of crazy thought. God, what is wrong with me? Why is a furious king the hottest thing I’ve ever seen? He doesn’t flinch. “Repeat what you said,” he growls. Fine. I lift my chin. “Why am I the only one suffering?” My voice cracks, but I don’t hide it. “We were both there that night. We both made that mistake. Yet I’m the only one being dragged through hell.” His expression tightens, but I don’t stop. “You never once asked what kind of life I wanted,” I continue, pain slipping into every word. “You don’t care. Do you even understand what it means to be labeled a concubine? For life?” I laugh, but it comes out broken. “I was drunk, Adrian. Out of my mind. And yet I’m the one being hated, judged, ripped apart. And now my family—” My voice shakes. “My family is being hunted

Chapter thirty nine

CHAPTER THIRTY NINE And then, we turn at the same time on hearing Katerina’s voice slicing through the room. “There you are,” she says sharply. “My husband, I’ve been looking for you. And what exactly are you doing with her?” Her eyes land on me, full of displeasure she thinks she’s hiding but I see it. She hates that he’s talking to me. She hates that I’m here at all. Adrian straightens, suddenly taller, colder. He doesn’t even answer the question she asked. “This is *my* resting house,” he says evenly. “Why would the queen be looking for me here?” I bow politely to both of them, even though the tension between us hangs thick in the air. “Your Majesties,” I say softly. “I’ll excuse myself.” Before I even turn, she’s already sliding closer to him, pressing her body against his like she wants to stake her claim. I let out a low scoff as I walk away. *He’s your husband,* I think. *Shouldn’t you two be doing more than clinging like scared teenagers?*

Chapter forty

CHAPTER FORTY Josephine reaches for me again, ready to shove me a second time, when a voice cracks through the field like thunder. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH THE MOTHER OF MY CHILD!” The whole archery ground stops. Bows drop. Chatter dies instantly. Even Josephine’s arm freezes mid-air. Adrian and Katerina stand at the entrance, but it’s Adrian’s fury that fills the space. He looks like he walked straight out of a storm—jaw tight, eyes blazing, shoulders tense with barely controlled anger. Josephine falls to her knees so fast the dust lifts. The other noble ladies follow, heads lowered, shaking. But Adrian is far from done. He steps closer, towering over Josephine. His chest rises and falls heavily, he’s shaking with rage. “You dare bully and endanger a pregnant woman?” he growls. “You dare touch a Royal heir?” Josephine collapses deeper, nearly sobbing. “M-my king, I swear—” “What level of cruelty,” he snaps, “makes you torment a woman carrying

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