Chapter 98

Chapter 98:

“I have marvelous news, my King. I’m pregnant.”

Damon

Months went by, and I couldn’t wait for the arrival of my heir. The feeling of pride and happiness consumed me as I made the calendar my companion, marking off the days as they crawled by.

It didn’t take long before Rosa and I grew closer. Even though I didn’t feel anything for her, at least I could pretend—for the sake of our baby. The last thing I wanted was for the baby to notice the cracks in our relationship.

I felt my heart swell with joy at the thought that I was finally complete. Screw those who mocked me. I was going to be a father at last!

I couldn’t wait to order their executions as soon as my son arrived. But until then, their miserable days were numbered.

Although Rosa and I hadn’t gone for scans together, I didn’t feel the need to be there. The nurses took excellent care of her, after all.

A smile tugged at my lips as I remembered Rosa screaming at the top of her lungs about the baby’s gender. I couldn’t wait to hold my son in my arms.

I couldn’t wait to spoil him and shower him with luxury. I couldn’t wait for his first words to be “Dada.”

I scoffed, a sinister smirk forming on my lips. The mortified expressions of my prisoners wouldn’t leave my mind anytime soon. They’d better enjoy their moment while it lasted.

The door swung open, and Rosa walked in, her presence commanding attention. Part of me was irritated by her audacity to barge into my room, but I let it slide. After all, she was carrying my child. Raising my voice at her was the last thing I wanted to do.

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Fear gripped me; I didn’t want her sadness to affect the baby in her womb. I would forever be grateful to her for silencing my enemies. She had made me a proud father.

“My King?” she called, yawning tiredly. “There is something I would like to discuss with you.”

“Go on.” I urged her, relaxing on the couch as she lay on my chest, drawing invisible lines on my belly. She always did that when she wanted a favor. My heart began to pound as I tried to guess what her next request might be. Her demands had grown increasingly expensive with each passing day, but for the sake of my child, I’d let it slide.

“Two things, actually,” she corrected, then placed her hands flat on her protruding belly, gently rubbing it. “My King,” she started, her lips pouting as she gave me a puppy-eyed look. “What about what you promised me?”

I froze, struggling to recall what promise I had made. My mind went blank.

“What?” I asked, my tone sharper than intended as I shifted uncomfortably. Irritation surged within me when her hands resumed caressing my chest, playing with my nipples.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten,” she said, her voice dropping to a pitiful tone as she feigned tears. “You know I’ll soon be due for delivery, and it won’t be nice to still be addressed as a mistress.”

A sense of unease stirred in my chest as I let out a deep sigh. A frown settled on my face, and beads of sweat began to form on my forehead. What had I done?

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