All Chapters of Transmigration I Become The Queen Of A Billionaire King : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

​William stood in the doorway, blocking the frame, keeping one hand on the handle. He didn't step inside. He just watched Mia where she stood pressed against the table.​“You have ten minutes,” William said. His voice was flat and cold. “The kitchen already delayed dinner once. I’m not dealing with another night of this.”​Mia’s fingers dug into the wood behind her back. “Listen to me. I don't know who you are, but I don't belong here. I'm a firefighter, and I need to get back to my station right now.”​William stared at her, tilting his head slightly like he couldn't make sense of her words. “What are you talking about?”​He reached back, pulled the door shut, and walked into the room.​“Put the dress on,” he said, stepping closer. “And come downstairs. I don't have time for games.”​Mia took a sharp breath, ready to scream at him, but her throat suddenly locked up. A sudden, deep instinct to obey washed over her, making her freeze.​“Yes, my King.”​The words slipped out of her mout

​Mia kept her hands locked onto the edge of the mattress. The doctor’s words were still hanging in the room.​“Ten weeks,” she said. Her voice sounded thin, even to her own ears. She looked down at her stomach. “That can't be right. I only woke up a few weeks ago.”​The old doctor closed his bag. “The test is clear, Your Majesty. You are ten weeks pregnant. The sickness and dizziness are normal, especially since you haven't been eating much.”​Mia squeezed the fabric of the bed. “Are you sure? Is there any chance it's a mistake?”​“I checked you myself,” he said softly. “Everything points to ten weeks. I want to do a proper scan tomorrow morning to check on the baby.”​She looked at the door. “Does anyone else know?”​“Not yet. But I have to tell the King. It's my duty.”​“Please,” Mia said, looking up. “Give me an hour. Just one hour.”​The doctor paused, looking at her for a moment, then gave a quick nod. “One hour. Then I have to report it.”​When the door shut, Mia was left alone

Mia sat on the edge of the bed, her hand resting against her stomach. Ten weeks. The doctor’s words from yesterday still echoed in her head. She hadn't slept a wink. William stood by the window, already dressed as he adjusted the cuff of his suit. Light hit his face, but he didn't look at her. "I have a trip to Germany," he said, barely turning his head. "You're leaving? Today?" Mia looked at him, unable to believe what she was hearing. "The day after I told you I'm pregnant?" He grabbed his coat from the back of the chair. "Are you asking me to stay? You knew how my schedule worked before we got married." Mia stood up. Her legs wobbled, but she steadied herself. "I'm not asking you to cancel the whole trip. Just give us a few hours. We need to talk about what this means." She pointed down at her stomach. William slid his arms into his coat without answering her concern. "We talked yesterday. Follow the doctor's orders and go to your checkups." "Oh, really? So what am I supposed

“Are you feeling better?” Eleanor asked as she walked up to Mia and Voss, who were standing beside his office door.“Greetings, Your Majesty.” Mia bowed her head in respect.“Your Majesty,” Voss greeted her, bowing as well.Eleanor adjusted her blouse and looked between them. “What exactly is going on?”“Please, Your Majesty. Let's go inside and talk,” Voss said.The wooden door to Voss's office shut with a dull click, cutting off the noise from the rest of the house.Mia sat in the leather chair near the lamp, staring at the cold tea beside her. She picked at a loose thread on her sleeve, then stopped when she made the hole worse.Voss stood behind his desk, three thick books open in front of him. He adjusted his gold glasses and turned one of the books toward Mia.“Listen carefully, Your Majesty. These three laws serve different purposes. Section Four of the Crown Charter gives you access to the council chamber. You can speak there, but you can't control their decision.”Mia folded

Mia’s desk was almost empty. The only thing on it was a red folder tied with twine. She ran her fingernail along its edge, stopping at the blank lines where the treasurer was supposed to sign.Someone banged on the doors. Before Mia could answer, Holt, the head guard, pushed his way inside.He kept his leather gloves on and leaned against the doorframe, his thumbs hooked into his belt. A lazy grin spread across his face.“Morning, Your Majesty,” he said without a hint of respect. “The men in the armory want to know if they’re working double shifts tonight. The officials’ orders are still in place down there.”Mia dropped the folder onto the desk.“Those orders expired at midnight, Captain.” She came around the desk to face him. “Double the watch at the east gates, and have the armory ready for the crown’s audit by noon.”Holt stayed where he was, rolling a brass button between his fingers.“That’s going to take a lot of time, Your Majesty. The treasurer hasn’t approved the extra wages