บททั้งหมดของ THE KING’S UNWANTED BABY MAMA : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO Steph looks at me, her eyes wide and frightened. “So… what do we do now?” she asks in a small voice. I stand there for a second, my mind racing. There’s only one person left who can stop this. Jake. The thought alone makes my stomach twist. The last thing I want is to be anywhere near him, let alone ask for his help. But this isn’t about pride. It’s about stopping a disaster. “I have another alternative,” I say finally. “Come on.” I grab Steph’s hand again and we rush toward the elevator. The doors slide shut and carry us up to the top floor. Jake’s territory. When we get there, I march straight to his office and knock. Nothing. I knock again. Still nothing. “Oh no,” I groan. “He’s never around when something important is happening. That good-for-nothing—” A hand clamps over my mouth. Hard. “Mmmph—!” I struggle. Steph turns me sharply. My eyes widen. She removes her hand slowly and leans close, whispering, “You’re in big troub

CHAPTER EIGHTY FOUR Jake straightens, his voice shifting into that calm, authoritative tone he wears like a bullet proof. “I don’t want to see a mistake like this repeated,” he tells Mr Diego coldly. “Anything that puts this hotel in a bad position will not be tolerated.” Mr Diego nods too quickly, sweat glistening at his temple. “Yes, sir. Absolutely. I understand.” “Replace the fired staff immediately,” Jake adds. “I want competent people. No excuses.” “Of course, sir,” Mr Diego says, already halfway to the door. “I’ll handle it right away.” He practically flees. The door shuts. Silence floods the room. Only then do I realize how tight my chest has been. I finally release a long, shaky breath, my shoulders dropping as if the weight of the entire hotel has been resting on them. Well, it actually has—and no one here will understand. Steph exhales beside me, visibly relieved. She turns to me, eyes shining with gratitude, and we both start toward the door. “Melissa

CHAPTER EIGHTY SIX "What the hell do you think you’re about to do?” Jake roars, his voice slamming into the room like a gunshot. Okay, slow down, tiger, I think darkly. I don’t remember inviting him to play hero. Mr. Diego stumbles back a step, startled. “She—she disrespected me. In my own office.” “What?” I snap, lifting my chin. “I stood up for myself. You can’t lie when I’m alive, present, and staring right at you.” Silence spreads. Both Jake and Mr. Diego turn to me, studying me like they’re trying to figure out when I learned how to bite back. “I came here,” I say steadily, every word sharpened with anger, “because you extended my shift till night. I told you I couldn’t stay—I’m needed at home. And instead of acting like a professional, you decided to take advantage of that.” Mr. Diego’s face flushes red. “You thought you could use your position,” I continue, voice firm, unafraid, “to get in between my legs.” Jake’s expression darkens instantly. His hands cu

CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT "The information getting to the press has always been me,” she says calmly. “And the funny part? I got paid for something I would have done for free.” The words hit me like a slap. “Paid… by who?” I finally ask, my voice barely holding together. She tilts her head, pity flickering in her eyes. “Oh, poor Melissa. There’s so much you don’t know. What I just told you?” She chuckles. “That’s just a tiny piece of a very big puzzle. And trust me—the rest is still coming.” My stomach twists. What does she mean, still coming? “All for what?” I whisper, my chest tight, “because of a man?” Before she can answer, the door slams open. Jake walks in and his eyes land on her. “What the hell are you doing in my office, Mia?” Jake snaps. His eyes sweep the room, then land on her sprawled in his chair. “And get off my chair. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Something in me finally breaks. I stand up so fast the chair scrapes loudly against the floor. My

CHAPTER NINETY He pulls back again, staring at me like I might disappear if he blinks too long. “Hello, Frederick,” I say, steadying my voice. “It’s really good to see you again.” “Come here. Sit.” He reaches for my hand and gently guides me toward a chair—one of his men is sitting there. The man stands instantly, no hesitation, and I’m placed into the seat like a priority I didn’t ask to be. “You really don—” “No excuses,” Frederick cuts in calmly. “Just sit.” The room goes quiet. I can feel the confusion hanging thick in the air. Eyes dart toward me. Toward him. Jake’s stare burns the hardest. He doesn’t like this. Not one bit. “How do you know my staff?” Jake asks sharply. Frederick turns to him, his expression hardening, hostility flashing in his eyes. “I don’t owe anyone an explanation.” He pauses, then adds coolly, “Actually… I’d like to have dinner alone with her. Everyone else is excused.” My heart skips. “No—please, not on my account,” I jump in quic