Semua Bab The Billionaire's unseen heir : Bab 121 - Bab 130

The grand hall of the palace was filled with a heavy air of expectations as the village elders sat in a semi-circle before Alexander. Their faces were stern,their expressions unwavering. It had been a full year since Alexander had taken the throne, and tradition dictated that by now, an heir should have been conceived. The oldest of the elders,a man with A long white beard and a voice that carried the weight of wisdom, spoke first.”Your majesty, Its time. The kingdom awaits the birth of the next ruler. You must fufill all your duty and ensure the queen carries your heir”. Alexander sat back on his throne, his sharp eyes narrowing. He had known this conversation was coming, yet it did little to soften the irritation that bubbled beneath the surface. “And what if the child is not a boy?” He asked, his voice gentle and calm. The elder gave him a nervous look before shaking his head. “ Then you must keep trying until a son is born. That is the way of our land. A king must pro

The silence in the royal chambers was deceptive—like a calm before the storm.King Alexander stood by the edge of the bed, his expression tight with frustration. Candlelight flickered across the marble walls, casting long shadows that seemed to echo the unrest brewing in the room. Queen Daniela sat on the edge of the plush mattress, her gown still wrapped modestly around her, her back turned to her husband.“Daniela,” Alexander said, trying to keep his voice calm, “it’s been weeks. I am your husband, your king. Must I always beg for something that should be ours by right?”She didn’t turn. Her voice was quiet but firm. “Being king does not entitle you to my body, Alexander. I’m not some prize to be claimed when convenient.”He took a step forward, the pressure in his chest threatening to spill into anger. “Convenient? You think this is about convenience? We are married, Daniela! You bear the title of queen, yet you shrink from your duties like a frightened maid.”“Duties?” she repeate

The evening air was cool,a soft breeze carrying the promise of winter.Gabriel sat in the living room of his house, a mug of coffee in hand, his thoughts filled on the message he had received earlier that day. Lydia had texted him a simple line:"Hey Gabriel, I was thinking of coming over to keep you company. I’ve been meaning to visit. Could you describe your house to me?"He stared at the message for a moment, the words sparking a smile that crept across his lips. He hadn’t expected her to reach out so soon, but the idea of spending time with her, just the two of them, seemed like a welcome distraction. He quickly typed a response:"That is a small thing ! My place is a beautiful mansion. When you walk in, you’ll see a large, open living room with big windows that let in tons of light. There’s a fireplace in the corner. I love it on chilly nights. The kitchen is open, with ceramic structure and lots of space, and a little island in the middle. Upstairs, I have a few bedrooms, but I

The faint chirping of birds echoed from the distance, their songs slipping through the parted curtains of Gabriel's living room. A soft golden light painted the walls with warmth, and the scent of roasted coffee beans drifted lazily through the air. Lydia stirred on the couch, the thin blanket wrapped around her shifting slightly as she blinked into the sunlit room.For a moment, she forgot where she was. Then she heard the faint clinking of utensils from the kitchen.Gabriel.She sat up slowly, brushing her fingers through her hair and pulling the blanket closer. Her heart fluttered in a way she hadn't felt in a long time—not from fear or nervousness, but from something warmer, more intimate.She padded softly across the metallic floor, following the sound. There he was—in a plain grey shirt and joggers, sleeves pushed up, standing over the stove, pouring eggs into an attractive pan. His back was to her, but the way his shoulders moved, the way he hummed lowly to himself, made her

The days crawled by like shadows at dusk, stretching slowly, painfully. Daniela’s world had grown quieter, heavier. Her stomach had begun to round out weeks ago, but she didn’t tell anyone not the villagers, not even herself in the mirror. Yet her body refused to keep the secret.The first time she vomited, it happened at dawn.She had barely stepped out of the hut when her stomach turned violently. She clutched a wooden pole for support, retched, and spewed the little pap she had managed to swallow the previous night onto the dry earth. She stayed bent over for minutes, gasping, weak, her knees trembling beneath her.She wiped her mouth with the edge of her wrapper, dazed.There was no hospital in the village—only a native healer and the whisper of herbs. But Daniela didn’t need a doctor to confirm it. She knew. Every slight shift in her body—the nausea, the soreness in her chest, the constant fatigue—was screaming the truth at her.She was pregnant.And the father… was Alexander.Th