All Chapters of THE KING’S UNWANTED BABY MAMA : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO ADRIAN’S POV I don’t blink. I don’t breathe. I lean forward slowly, elbows braced against the old table, my gaze locked on Weapon like a predator waiting for the kill. “Talk,” I say. “Now.” Weapon swallows. For the first time since he walked in, I see hesitation flicker across his face. “My king… I don’t believe your mother died from childbirth complications.” The room tilts. For a second, the walls seem to close in, the air thick and suffocating. My heart aches, but I refuse to show it. I’ve buried that grief too deep to let it surface now. “There are gaps,” he continues. “Medical records altered. Timelines rewritten. Witnesses who vanished. I don’t have solid evidence yet but someone ensured she didn’t leave that delivery room alive.” My jaw hardens. My hands curl into fists. “Say it plainly,” I demand. “I think she was murdered.” The word lands like a blade. “And my father?” I ask quietly. Weapon doesn’t he

CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR The image burns into my mind, and my stomach twists. My best friend. And my ex, the same man who cheated on me, and fed the world lies about me, pushed Adrian away from me. And now he’s cordial with the one person I trusted without question. Disbelief hits first, sharp and breathless. This can’t be what it looks like. I refuse it immediately, like my mind slamming a door shut before the pain can enter. There has to be an explanation. Mia wouldn’t betray me so casually. Not after everything we’ve shared. My heart shatters, heat pooling behind my eyes, but I don’t let it spill. I swallow the ache down, locking it somewhere deep where it can’t weaken me. She stood by me when I had nothing. She defended me when the world was cruel. That doesn’t disappear overnight. So I decide—until she speaks, until I hear the truth from her mouth, I will not let this break me. I lift my chin, forcing composure into my spine. Strength isn’t something I

CHAPTER FIFTY SIX He asks me if I’m absolutely sure. There’s no hesitation this time. I nod once, firm. “Yes.” That single word seals it. He studies my face like he’s searching for doubt, something to make him stop me but he finds none. He exhales slowly and agrees to proceed, promising discretion and precision. As I leave his office, I feel lighter and heavier at the same time. I’ve just set something irreversible in motion. Later that night, I’m back home. My room is quiet, wrapped in the soft glow of a bedside lamp. I sit cross-legged on the bed, my laptop balanced on my thighs, scrolling through documents I barely register. Numbers blur. Plans wait. My mind isn’t here. Without thinking, I open another tab. Adrian’s profile loads. My chest feels heavy. I tell myself it’s harmless, just a glance but one turns into many. His pictures are making me so wet. The same unreadable expression. The same eyes that do things to my head. I miss him more tha

CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT I do not open the message. I let the screen go dark, as if ignoring it will silence the part of me that refuses to stay quiet. “Your Majesty.” The voice comes from behind me, calm but firm. I turn slightly. Frederick stands there, freshly returned, his posture stiff, his expression unreadable at first glance. “You’re back at the palace,” I say, keeping my tone neutral. “Yes,” he answers. A pause. Then, “I’ve also been asking why Melissa is no longer here.” The air cools instantly. “I made inquiries,” he continues. “That’s when I learned she was expelled from the palace.” I face him fully now. There is anger in him, barely restrained, simmering beneath his composed exterior. It surprises me. I did not expect her name to provoke this kind of reaction from him. “She betrayed me,” I say flatly. “She betrayed the court and the royal household. Her punishment was justified.” Frederick’s expression tightens. His control wavers for a

CHAPTER SIXTY Morning comes softly, without warning. I’m sitting up in bed, my back aching, my body still heavy from labor and sleepless nights, breastfeeding my son as sunlight slips through the curtains. Zaiden feeds quietly, his small hand curling against my skin, his lashes fluttering as if he’s half in this world and half somewhere peaceful. I’m exhausted. The kind of exhaustion that settles deep in the bones. I barely slept through the night, every cry, every sound pulling me back into wakefulness. Still, I look down at him and remind myself that this is love in its rawest form. Beautiful. Stressful. Overwhelming. My dad has gone back home to take care of things. The house feels quieter without him, but my mom is still here, thank God. Nina too. I honestly don’t know how I would survive without the two of them. They move around the house like anchors, steady, reassuring, holding me together when I feel like I might fall apart. I’ve preserved breast milk in the fre