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Fifty-six

Penulis: Amaka
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Third Person POV

“Alex Fisher?”

The word tore out of Chairman Hale like a snarl, echoing off the high ceiling of his office. His face twisted, veins bulging along his temple as he slammed a fist onto the desk. The idea of Alex being responsible for all this seems impossible to think of and it made him more angry that Elijah was even considering him as corporate.

“Don’t you dare drag that family into this mess, Elijah!” His voice thundered, sharp enough to make Elijah flinch. “The Fishers are practically blood already. Do you understand what you’re suggesting? My son is about to marry their daughter! You think I’ll stand here and let you spit baseless accusations?” The fact that Elijah thought of the fisher like that was making his blood boil and the video does even show anything relevant relating it them.

Elijah swallowed, his pulse racing. “Chairman, I’m not—”

“Enough!” Chairman Hale cut him off, fire burning in his eyes, though under it flickered something more fragile desperation.
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  • Mr. President Has A Baby Bump   Seventy-six

    ~~Dahlia~~The way she said it “I’m Lena” was almost laughable. Like she was trying to convince herself as much as me. Her voice carried that thin crack of uncertainty, a quiver under the bravado.But who cares anyway?What mattered wasn’t how sure she sounded. What mattered was that she admitted it. Finally. The words were mine now, proof enough to silence the doubts that had been gnawing at me. She was Lena Hale, and now that I had her cornered, it was the perfect time to put my next plan in motion.Only… which plan?I tapped the edge of the folder against my thigh, my mind spinning with possibilities.Should I seduce her? Pull her in with the same hunger that had been clawing at me since the first time she kissed me? Make her ache for me the way I ached for her, just so I could spit it in her brother’s face later? After all, Jay thought he could cheat me of loyalty by fucking my brother so why not let me steal what was his, in the most delicious way possible?Or should I be smarter

  • Mr. President Has A Baby Bump   Seventy-five

    ~~Nina~~I came to find her today. The cute rich girl from last night for a reason. I’d heard her name whispered enough times to know she was trouble wrapped in perfume and money. And when I finally got close, what did I see? A spoiled little rich brat with fire in her eyes and far too much pride in her veins.Perfect. Just pure perfection.People like her were walking wallets. Loud, spoiled, reckless easy marks if you knew how to play the game. And I’ve always known how. I could already see the angles, the cracks I could slip through. Fast cash, maybe more.But then… she blindsided me.The last thing I expected was for her to slam a folder open and shove a picture in my face.I blinked, staring at it.That wasn’t me. Couldn’t be.The girl in that glossy print looked like she belonged in some magazine spread elegant, polished, the kind of woman who had drivers waiting outside and diamond necklaces waiting in velvet boxes. The kind of woman who had everything I’d never touched. She loo

  • Mr. President Has A Baby Bump   Seventy-four

    ~~Dahlia~~“You mean you can find her?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, cutting across the quiet hotel room like glass shattering. Why was it so difficult to find her…?My assistant froze mid-sentence, stammering, “Ma’am, I think—”“Stop thinking and find her,” I snapped, the edge of impatience cracking into a yell. The folder on my desk was already open, its glossy photographs staring back at me like they held the answers I couldn’t grasp. Lena. Or the woman claiming not to be Lena. The woman who had kissed me like danger wrapped in silk.I shoved the papers back into order, my hands trembling despite the control I tried to force into them. “I prepared everything for this exact reason,” I muttered, almost to myself. “Her face. Her name. Her records. If she crosses my path again, I’ll know. I’ll catch her in her lie.”My assistant flinched when I slammed the folder shut, but I didn’t care. I scooped it into my arms, the weight of obsession heavier than the leather binding.

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    Third Person POVThe driver didn’t even ask where to go. One look at Madam Hale’s face was enough. The Hale estate was behind her, but fury propelled her forward, further into Newyork’s underbelly, where glass towers gave way to narrow alleys and unmarked gates.By the time the car stopped, the streets were quiet, the air colder. The sprawling compound before her didn’t carry the Hale crest no polished elegance, no corporate sheen. Instead, it bore the subtle, chilling weight of power built not on money, but on fear.Her maternal home.The Yakuza didn’t need introductions.Two men in black suits bowed stiffly at the gate before one leaned into the tinted window. The moment he saw her, his eyes widened, and he quickly signaled the guards to open the iron doors. No questions. No delay.Inside, the courtyard buzzed with men sharpening blades, cleaning guns, trading terse words. The scent of incense clung faintly to the air, masking the smoke of tobacco and gun oil.At the top of the ston

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    Third person POVThe heavy double doors of the Hale estate study slammed open with a bang, rattling the crystal decanter on the desk. Madam Hale swept in, her heels clicking like gunshots against the marble, her voice already pitched high with fury.“Richard! Do you know about this?”Behind the desk, Chairman Hale didn’t even glance up at first. He finished signing his name with a flourish before finally looking at her, his expression already tired. “Woman, do you have to yell every time you enter a room?”She stormed closer, brandishing a thick, embossed envelope like a weapon. “Don’t play dumb with me. I’m asking you do you know about the fact that the Fishers have given out wedding invitations for my son’s wedding? Next month?”“Yes.”Her mouth fell open, her fury spiking another octave. “Yes? Yes? Are you kidding me right now, Richard?” She slapped the invitation down on his desk so hard the crystal glass tipped, threatening to spill. “We can’t even find our children! Lena vanishe

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