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Ninety

Penulis: Amaka
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~~Alex~~

The hospital room was quiet, almost unnaturally so. Machines hummed in their steady rhythm, and Jay’s chest rose and fell in gentle waves. Watching him sleep like this calm, untouched by pain for once settled something jagged inside me. For the first time in days, my lungs remembered how to breathe.

I lingered longer than I meant to. Every part of me wanted to stay, but a different part knew I had work to do the kind of work no one else could know about.

I stepped out into the corridor, shutting the door softly behind me, and pulled out my phone.

“Get me my stand-in assistant,” I ordered.

It didn’t take long. A few minutes later, her voice came through the line, crisp and ready. “Yes, President?”

“I need you to listen carefully. This is not a standard request,” I said, keeping my voice low even though the hall was empty. “Right away after this call, you’ll prepare a private medical wings the one at my new address. I want it fully equipped with everything a… pregnant person mi
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  • Mr. President Has A Baby Bump   One hundred and eighty-three

    ~~ Gabriel ~~Mom is alive… my mother is alive…The words wouldn’t stop echoing in my skull, over and over, like a mantra that had lost its rhythm. No matter how many times I replayed the video the Fisher boy sent, my brain kept rejecting it like it couldn’t compute something so impossible.But there she was. Amara Saito. Our mother.Alive.Moving. Breathing. Shackled but real.By the time the video ended, my chest was tight enough to split open. My fingers trembled against the phone screen. I didn’t even think I just went. Straight to the one place my gut told me would have answers. The warehouse.Our family’s oldest one the one no one was supposed to enter without Grandfather’s permission. It was the same building we’d been told to avoid as children. “It’s where dangerous memories sleep,” he used to say. We never questioned it. We were raised not to. We were raised to obey and avenge our mother… but if she’s really alive then… then…. Won’t that mean my twins and I has be a puppet ou

  • Mr. President Has A Baby Bump   One hundred and eighty-two

    ~~ Alex ~~I hadn’t slept all night. My eyes burned, but the exhaustion sat somewhere behind my ribs a quiet ache that refused to let me rest. The room was dim, the only light coming from Jay’s heart monitor pulsing in slow, steady blinks. I sat on the edge of his bed, phone in hand, scrolling through the morning chaos that had swallowed the world.The headlines were everywhere. Everything was just going according to plan and this fact alone made me sane.BREAKING: The Saito Empire Under Federal Investigation.International Scandal Mafia Syndicate Faces Global Charges.Child Trafficking Ring Linked to Saito Conglomerate WHO Joins Investigation.Every network, every feed, every social platform was flooded. News anchors couldn’t keep up. The same family that once played puppet masters in the shadows were now the show. And the best part? It was my show. My script. My revenge.I glanced at Jay’s sleeping face, the faint rise and fall of his chest beneath the sheets. “You see that, love?”

  • Mr. President Has A Baby Bump   One hundred and Ninety-one

    ~~Alex~~I went straight to the torture room for answers. The place stank of bleach and old sweat the kind of room that chews up civility and spits out whatever conscience was foolish enough to walk in. Elijah sat strapped to a steel chair like a bouquet of wounds: half his face purpled, one brow split, his knuckles raw where the ropes had bitten through. He was still, but not asleep. There was a dull, dangerous calm in him, the kind that comes from a man who has practiced bearing pain like armor.I should have felt pity. Instead my chest was carved out by righteous anger.“You know what I hate?” I asked, leaning in until my voice scraped his ear. The bulb above us buzzed like an insect, making everything too bright and unreal. “I hate liars who sleep easy while the people they lied to almost die because of them.”Elijah’s eyes tracked me. He didn’t flinch never had. Stoic, practiced, like someone who rehearsed pain the way other people practiced signatures.“So,” I said, softer this

  • Mr. President Has A Baby Bump   One hundred and ninety

    ~~Alex~~I’d spent the past twelve hours inside the Saito clan’s firewall or what passed for one. For an organization that prided itself on secrecy, their network was an absolute joke. Layers of old encryption, lazy firewalls, and recycled codes from the early 2000s. If these people ruled the underground, it was only because no one had bothered to challenge them with real tech.My fingers flew across the keyboard, the blue light of the monitors painting my face in cold shadows. Lines of code scrolled endlessly digital veins pulsing with secrets that were never meant to see daylight. Every click felt like peeling another layer of skin off a monster that had hidden too long behind money and fear.And God, did they have layers.Financial laundering through shell charities. Child trafficking routes disguised as “relocation programs.” Dirty money wired to politicians who smiled too easily on camera. Every sin cataloged, timestamped, archived neatly like they were proud of their crimes.“Id

  • Mr. President Has A Baby Bump   One hundred and seventy-nine

    ~~Dahlia~~ James’s voice was the only thing that broke the silence as he checked Lena’s vitals. The machines hummed quietly beside her, their rhythmic beeping somehow too calm for the chaos that had just unfolded. I stood near the edge of the bed, arms crossed so tightly that my fingers dug into my sleeves. After a few minutes, James straightened, pulled the stethoscope from his ears, and exhaled. “Did either of you tell her anything about what happened in the past weeks?” The question was pointed, his tone sharper than usual. I didn’t even think before blurting, “Her mother did. She told her about Jay.” Lena health was all that matters to me. Madam Hale shifted uncomfortably in the chair beside the bed, eyes red but defiant. James turned toward her slowly, his expression unreadable behind the glare of his glasses. “You told her what?” he asked, his voice dangerously quiet. “She deserved to know!” Madam Hale snapped, though her voice shook. “She asked about her brother. What was

  • Mr. President Has A Baby Bump   One hundred and seventy-eight

    ~~Lena~~Before I could even ask where Jay was, the door swung open, and in walked my mother my dearest mother, as dramatic and polished as always, but this time, she looked nothing like the woman I remembered. Her face was pale, her eyes swollen with tears, and for a second, I wondered if I was hallucinating. Because my mother didn’t cry. Not even at funerals. And the worst was that… she looked like she cared, like she gives a fuck. Does her amazing husband know she’s here like this…?She stopped a few feet from the bed, one trembling hand pressed to her lips, staring at me like she was afraid I’d vanish if she blinked too hard. Then, as if some invisible thread snapped inside her, she rushed forward and cupped my face, tears spilling freely down her cheeks.“Lena… sweetheart,” she whispered, her voice raw. “Oh, my baby.”The shock of seeing her like that almost made me laugh. My mother—“ the woman who once scolded me for crying during a breakup was now sobbing like she’d just seen a

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