All Chapters of THE TYRANT'S BABY: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 2: The HeartbreakWhen Selene was finally released from work, she quickly rushed out of the building while her heart raced with the desire to binge-read her books. She longed to escape into the familiar comfort of her favorite stories, where reality faded and adventure beckoned. But as she walked past the various establishments lining the street, her gaze fell upon the local bookstore.She bit her lip thinking, torn between her love for reading and her dwindling allowance. Just one book wouldn't hurt, right? She hesitated, mentally calculating how much she could spare. Before she could make her final decision, her feet had already started walking toward the entrance of the bookstore, as if possessed by a force greater than her resolve.As soon as she stepped inside, the atmosphere wrapped around her like a warm hug. The scent of aged paper and fresh ink filled the air, and her demeanor shifted almost instantly. Here, she was no longer the quiet coffee girl. Among the shelves

Chapter 4: Alaric, The TyrantAs they reached a quiet hill overlooking the town, the fresh mountain breeze carried the scent of earth and wildflowers, gently brushing against Selene's face. She closed her eyes, letting the cool air fill her lungs, and in that brief moment, her mind raced back to the life she had known—the buzzing city, her cramped apartment, her job at the design firm. Memories flickered like fading photographs, and the realization hit her with full force: she really wasn't in her world anymore.Her breath caught in her throat, and she opened her eyes, wide with panic.Rosalind, noticing the shift in Selene's expression, placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Amaris... What ails you?" she asked softly, her voice filled with genuine concern. "You've been distant, unlike yourself. Please, tell me what troubles your heart."Selene glanced at Rosalind, her heart pounding as she tried to form words. How could she explain the truth—that she wasn't Amaris at all, but a woman

Chapter 6: LapdogAs the carriage doors swung open, sunlight streamed into the small space, and Amaris instinctively flinched, blinking against the sudden brightness. But then, the sight outside made her stomach churn. On the left, a line of lady servants stood in perfect formation, their heads bowed in deference, with their head handmaiden poised at the front. On the right, soldiers were lined up with their chins held high, their swords grounded but ready, as if silently affirming their king's presence.Alaric stepped out first, every movement fluid and controlled. The sun caught his striking blue eye, making it gleam like polished steel. He commanded attention effortlessly, and Amaris could already see how Rosalind's eyes widened in awe at his figure, her breath caught at the sight of him.No... Amaris thought as her heart began sinking. He's the reason you're going to die. Don't fall in love with him, Rosalind. I won't let it happen. I will do everything—anything—to stop your bitt

Chapter 8: Little LordAmaris groaned, dragging a fallen tree stick through the dirt to absentmindedly write her name on the ground. "My gosh... it's so boring. I can't believe I actually miss my work. Ugh."Just then, a soft giggle echoed nearby, catching her attention. "You talk funny, lady," a young voice said, filled with amusement.Amaris looked up, her grumbling quickly fading into a smile as her eyes landed on a small, well-dressed boy, no older than six or seven. His attire was far too fine for a common child—he was clearly of noble birth."Hello there," she greeted warmly, her curiosity piqued. "What's your name?"The boy glanced down at the letters she had scribbled into the dirt before straightening his posture. "You are to address me as Lord Estridsen," he declared, with all the dignity of someone much older. "I am the youngest brother of Duke Estridsen."Amaris couldn't help but grin. His proud stance and serious expression, paired with those striking green eyes—rare and

Chapter 10: I've got you nowAlaric's eyebrow twitched at Isaac's last comment, his irritation only growing. "An exception, is it?" he muttered under his breath, barely audible, yet enough for Isaac to catch the drift. There was a competitive edge creeping into their usual banter, something unspoken that Alaric couldn't quite name but felt in the pit of his stomach.Isaac who noticed the subtle shift in his friend's demeanor, chose to let it pass. "Well, she's certainly intriguing," he said thoughtfully, his eyes following Amaris as she disappeared around the corner. "There's more to her than meets the eye."Alaric scoffed, folding his arms across his chest. "Intriguing is one way to put it. Reckless, insolent—those are others." His voice dripped with uncharacteristic frustration.Isaac chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You're overreacting, Alaric. It's not like she's plotting against the crown. She's just..." He paused, as though searching for the right word. "...different. In a go