บททั้งหมดของ THE KING’S UNWANTED BABY MAMA : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

CHAPTER FORTY ONE "I—I thought you were Nina,” I whisper. Adrian doesn’t answer. His eyes travel down my body, slow and deliberate, lingering on the red lace nightdress clinging to every curve I should definitely not be showing him. Heat coils low in my belly under that stare. His gaze drags back up to my face, sharp, burning, impossible to hold. Then he speaks, low and controlled: “Why were you coming out of Frederick’s chambers that night?” Of all the things to ask, this is what’s eating him. I lift my chin, almost daring him. “And what if I don’t want to tell you?” My voice comes out soft… and accidentally seductive. His reaction is instant. He steps in, grabs my throat lightly, not enough to hurt, just enough to command stillness and kisses me. Hard. Deep. Like he’s been starving for it for days. When he pulls back, his lips hover over mine. “Will you answer now?” My breath shudders. “No.” That one word sets something off in him. His

CHAPTER FORTY THREE I finish my spicy noodles, feeling satisfied and a little energized. I shower, brush my hair, and slip into something comfortable, ready to finally step outside the palace. Nina peeks in, all excitement and drama. “You ready?” I ask, teasing her. Then I pause and raise an eyebrow. “Wait… are you seriously thinking of wearing your uniform outside?” She stares down at herself, confusion written all over her face. I can’t help but laugh. “No, silly. You need something way better.” I rifle through my wardrobe until my eyes land on a dress that would look perfect on her. I hand it over, and her face lights up like she just won the lottery. “For me?” she squeals. “Exactly. Put it on. Today’s your day too,” I say, smiling. Within minutes, Nina is dressed and practically glowing with excitement. When we finally step outside, the car and chauffeur are waiting. Sliding into the back seat, I exhale deeply being out in the open again feels like a sm

CHAPTER FORTY FIVE He doesn’t blink. He just stares at Jake, expression locked, unreadable, too calm to be safe. Jake presses on, emboldened by the silence. “She lived with me. We were together for years. She left me suddenly, and shortly after, she came here claiming to be pregnant with your heir.” His voice grows stronger, almost smug. “But that baby is mine. I am certain of it.” My knees nearly buckle. What is this? Why is he lying? Who put him up to this? The royal doctor steps forward with a bow, adding fuel to the fire. “My king,” he says, “I have examined her multiple times. It is true she is with child… but with a proper test conducted at the facility, she was a week gone before you both met, there is no absolute proof the child belongs to you.” The room erupts shock, whispers, laughter from the nobles who have been waiting for my downfall. Katerina’s lips curl into the smallest satisfied smile. Queen Ravenna simply folds her hands l

CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN The guard’s eyes flicker down to my stomach, and something softens in his expression. For the first time since I was dragged here, someone looks at me with something other than disgust or judgment. “Hold on,” he whispers, voice low so it doesn’t echo. “Just… hold on.” Before I can respond, he turns and disappears into the darkness. Minutes stretch painfully. My throat feels like sandpaper, each swallow scraping like knives. My hands tremble from weakness and cold. I curl protectively around my belly, whispering small apologies to the tiny life inside me. Then footsteps return. The guard reappears, holding a bottle of water—full, cold, precious. He pushes it into my hands through the bars. “This should keep you okay until tomorrow,” he murmurs. “Drink slowly.” Gratitude squeezes my chest. “Thank you,” I whisper, voice cracking. “Thank you so much.” For once, someone doesn’t treat me like a criminal. I drink carefully, each sip easin

CHAPTER FORTY NINE Nina waves down a taxi, and the moment it pulls over, she hurries to open the door for me. I climb in slowly, holding my belly protectively, still shaken from everything. I tell the driver my house address. The car begins to move. For the first time in days, I feel the softness of a seat beneath me, the warmth of sunlight brushing my face through the window. But instead of comfort, it burns, a reminder of everything I lost. I pull out my phone immediately, wipe the screen with trembling fingers, and dial Mia’s number. It rings. Once. Twice. Five times. No answer. I try again. Still nothing. A strange heaviness settles in my chest. She has been… different lately. A little distant. A little too quiet. I brushed it off before, assuming she was stressed from work but now? Now I don’t know. The car makes a turn, and I stare out the window, watching the palace disappear behind distant buildings. My heart clenches painfully.