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Fifty-five

Author: Amaka
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-22 02:57:04

Third Person POV

The heavy double doors to the study creaked as Elijah stepped inside the second time the same day, and the world exploded in shattering glass.

“Paaa~~~” the breaking sound was loud and the sound was filled with intent to kill.

A crystal tumbler whistled past his ear and smashed against the wall behind him, fragments spraying across the polished floor. Elijah’s heart lurched into his throat for one terrifying second, he thought the chairman had meant to kill him.

“Chairman!” he blurted, stumbling back a step, breath stuck in his lungs.

But Chairman Hale wasn’t even looking at him. The man stood behind his desk, chest heaving, knuckles white against the polished wood. Rage flickered in his eyes, but not surprise. Not regret.

“You should have knocked,” the chairman said flatly, as if tossing a glass across the room was as normal as clearing his throat.

Elijah swallowed hard, forcing his voice to steady, though it came out thinner than he liked. “C-Chairman… I just got a
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  • Mr. President Has A Baby Bump   Eighty-two

    ~~Nina~~I had been trying my best to act like all of this was fine.Like being cornered by Dahlia men at the poolside hadn’t rattled me.Like I wasn’t fighting the urge to tear the skin off anyone who dared drag me around as if I wasn’t me.I was supposed to act like the chill rich kid,The calm one. The one who smirks when things go wrong, who looks danger in the eye and laughs.But these people… these men.They weren’t making it easy.Their hands were iron on my arms, their grip bruising, and it took everything in me not to snap their necks right then and there. I could. God, I wanted to. The monster in my chest howled for it. But if I did… if I let go even for a second…It wouldn’t just be them who saw me.Dahlia would see me too.So I swallowed the rage, forced my jaw to unclench, and tilted my chin up like none of this touched me. Like I wasn’t seconds away from breaking bones.“Let go,” I said, my voice calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that only came before a storm.They didn’t

  • Mr. President Has A Baby Bump   Eighty-one

    ~~Dahlia~~At first, I thought they were Lena’s people. The kind of shadows that she beat up the night I met her here, silent and dangerous.But then I caught the insignia stitched on their jackets bold, precise, familiar.Not hers.Mine.My brother’s men. The alpha team that he only sent out for dangerous and important missions.What the fuck do they want here?My pulse kicked up, though I forced myself to keep my face smooth, unreadable. One thing was certain: they couldn’t hurt me. Not unless Alex had finally lost his mind. But if I was being real… Alex already lost his mind but I didn’t disobey him, I even left the city for him so what does he want from me.“Cutie pie…”Her voice tugged me back. I turned, and there she was Lena, watching me with that sly half-smile, like none of this bothered her. Like being surrounded on all sides by killers was nothing more than an inconvenience.“Why did you ask me not to fight them?” she asked.Because she could. I’d seen her. She could turn t

  • Mr. President Has A Baby Bump   Eighty

    ~~Alex~~The glass door cooled the back of my head, but the fire in my chest refused to burn out. My mind wouldn’t still Lena, Dahlia, Japan. Every piece of it coiled around me like a tightening chain.I pushed off the door with a sigh, forcing myself to move. Enough pacing. Jay was still inside, probably curled into the corner of the hospital bed, clinging to the silence the way he did when he thought I wasn’t watching. I needed to go back in. Needed to remind him… remind myself that whatever storm was building outside, he was the anchor that kept me from losing ground.My phone buzzed in my pocket again. I almost ignored it, assuming it was another one of those useless calls, but the caller ID froze me in place. Ethan. While was he calling again at this hour of the morning.I answered. “What now?”There was no hesitation, no careful preamble this time. His words came hard and fast:“Boss… we have a problem.”A cold weight slid into my gut.I straightened, jaw clenching. “Define prob

  • Mr. President Has A Baby Bump   Seventy-nine

    ~~Alex~~The night air hit me as soon as I stepped out of the building, cool and sharp against skin still burning from my argument with James. I dragged in a breath, forcing the tension in my chest to ease, when my phone buzzed in my pocket.Ethan’s name flashed across the screen.I answered on the second ring. “Report.”“President,” Ethan’s voice came low and steady, though I could hear the weight in it, “we found Vice President Lena.”Finally…I stilled, my grip on the phone tightening. “Where?”A beat of silence. Then: “Japan, sir. And… surprisingly, she’s not alone.”My gut knotted. “Explain.”“She’s with your sister.”Dahlia..? How? Dahlia is in New York… and Lena was nowhere to be found in the city. So how come—?For a moment, everything around me stilled—the traffic hum, the distant city lights, even the wind itself. My sister. With Lena.I pressed two fingers to my temple, fighting the surge of questions slamming through me.“What the hell is she doing with her?” I muttered, m

  • Mr. President Has A Baby Bump   Seventy-eight

    ~~Alex~~The moment Jay finally drifted into sleep after his dramatic storm of words, I slipped my hand free from his and rose quietly. His face was still damp from tears, his lashes clumped, his lips parted in that way that made him look far too fragile for this world. I brushed a thumb over his temple one last time before leaving the room.I found James exactly where I knew he would be buried in files, tapping a pen against the table like the weight of the world sat on his shoulders. Without a word, I slid a folded slip of paper across to him.“This is the address of my new home,” I said flatly. My tone left no room for discussion. “I’ll be moving there with Jay.”James picked it up, scanning the writing with that furrowed brow of his, suspicion flickering in his eyes.He looked up, uncertain. “I know, man, but Alex… can I—”“No,” I snapped, cutting him off before the words could gather weight. My chest was tight, anger barely chained down. “No, man. You can’t. Jay is in this condit

  • Mr. President Has A Baby Bump   Seventy-seven

    ~~Jay~~Life is so strange. One moment, you’re living what feels like a normal life the kind of life you take for granted, brushing off every little thing as if tomorrow is promised. And the next, life thrusts you into a rollercoaster of pain and negativity that doesn’t slow down, not even to let you breathe.There was a time I wanted to get rid of my babies. I hated the thought of them, hated what they meant. But now… now that I actually care, now that I’ve felt them move inside me, now that I’ve heard their fragile, fighting heartbeats, all I want is their safety. And that safety isn’t guaranteed.With Lena’s gone, I don’t think I’ll ever stop feeling alone. She was my anchor, and now she’s just… a shadow slipping further from me.But Alex….Alex, in the most unexpected, stubborn, terrifying way became my sense of reasoning. My protection. My anchor. Just within three or two days… I lost count already that he saved and he meant so much to me already… it was so fast and the amount of

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