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

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 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 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 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 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