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Mr. President Has A Baby Bump One hundred and sixty-five
Third Person POVThe storm outside rattled the steel shutters of the old facility, a low thunder rolling like distant artillery fire. Inside, the hum of machines mixed with the clink of metal, the rhythm of men preparing for something far larger than revenge.Gabriel sat on the edge of the operations table, flipping through an old, half-torn file labeled Project H Lineage. His expression was unreadable the face of a man whose patience had become his most dangerous weapon.Behind him, Elijah leaned against a pillar, arms folded, watching his brother in silence. The screens around them flickered with surveillance feeds hospitals, airports, and the cold-blue logo of Hale Corporation.For a moment, no one spoke. Then Elijah broke the silence.“You remember how this all started?” he asked, his voice low, almost nostalgic. “Lisa’s infiltration. Back when this was just about access not chaos.”Gabriel’s mouth twitched. “How could I forget? The day I sent our dear cousin to play house with th
Mr. President Has A Baby Bump One hundred and sixty-four
Third Person POVThe night stretched long and thin across the city a bruised skyline bleeding into shadows. Deep beneath it, in the underbelly of an abandoned industrial complex, the hum of generators echoed like a pulse.Gabriel stood before the wall of screens, his reflection fractured across half a dozen live feeds. Hale Corporation’s emblem blinked faintly on one of them, and his jaw tightened until the muscle near his ear twitched.“Thirty years,” he muttered, voice low, razor-sharp. “Thirty years, and the bastard still breathes freely.” He was very angry that the Fisher and the Yakuza has gotten themselves in a battle that was never their cup of tea…. This shit was so upsetting.Behind him, Elijah leaned against a steel column, the flickering light catching the scar running from his temple down to his jaw a souvenir of the world Richard Hale had built and left them to rot in.“We waited for this,” Elijah said quietly, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the wal
Mr. President Has A Baby Bump One hundred and sixty-three
Third Person POVThe message on his phone glared up at him red letters pulsing like a heartbeat.“We warned you, Father. You didn’t listen. Now the bloodline pays the price.”For a long moment, he couldn’t breathe. The walls of his study seemed to close in, every memory pressing against him like invisible hands.He sank into his chair, his trembling fingers pressing against his temples.“Bloodline…” he muttered. The word echoed in his head a word he hadn’t heard in decades.And with it came the one name he had buried deeper than any sin.Amara.The name hit him like a bullet to the chest.It was years ago before the business empire, before Eleanor, before the Hale name became something people feared to cross.Back when he was just Richard, a sharp eyed heir trying to make a name for himself.And Amara… she had been the fire he could never tame.Daughter of the Saito clan, one of the most powerful mafia families in the East. She was wild, beautiful, and dangerous in all the ways that m
Mr. President Has A Baby Bump One hundred and sixty-two
Third Person POV“What the hell do you mean?” Richard Hale’s voice thundered through the study the few minutes Eleanor stepped inside. His expression was a storm of confusion and irritation the kind of expression that used to make board members tremble, but right now only made Eleanor’s stomach twist harder.She stood near the door, pale, exhausted, her eyes still carrying the weight of tears that hadn’t yet fallen.“What I mean,” she began quietly, “is that I just came from my uncle’s house and I want to know what kind of game you’ve been playing with our family’s life.”Richard blinked, taken aback by her tone. “Eleanor, what the hell are you talking about?”“I’m talking about our children,” she said, her voice trembling but clear. “I’m talking about Jay and Lena lying unconscious in a hospital bed while our company bleeds in the stock market.” Her fingers dug into her purse strap as she took a shaky breath. “I’m talking about finding out that our son—” she hesitated, choking on the
Mr. President Has A Baby Bump One hundred and sixty-one
Third Person POVThe warehouse smelled of oil and old sweat, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like a hive irritated in its sleep. On the concrete floor, a man curled in a heap tried to curl tighter against the blows raining down on him, but the strikes kept coming fast, precise, merciless. Blood darkened his shirt in splotches that spread like ink.Gabriel didn’t pause. He moved with the calm brutality of someone who’d long ago learned to make violence look like choreography. Each strike landed with a sentence: useless, you’re useless, you couldn’t even do the simple thing. How could you be that incompetent?“Gabriel—” a voice called from the shadows, low and threadbare with patience.Gabriel’s knuckles were white around the man’s collar. He raised his face, jaw set like a sculpture, and the warehouse light cut the angles into an animal’s snarl. “That’s enough?” he spat, and then laughed hard and disbelieving. “Enough? You never understood the value of enough.”From between two ste
Mr. President Has A Baby Bump One hundred and sixty
Third Person POV“How many shares do we have now?” Madam Fisher asked as she stepped into the study, her silk robe trailing lightly against the marble floor. Her tone was calm too calm the kind that came only after a night of chaos and too many unanswered questions.Chairman Fisher didn’t look up immediately. He was seated behind his massive oak desk, the morning light spilling through the blinds across his face, highlighting the deep lines of exhaustion there. His phone was still in his hand, another call unfinished. When he finally spoke, his voice was gruff.“Twenty percent,” he said, setting the phone down. “As of now, we own twenty percent of Hale Corporation’s total shares… until we transfer the ownership to Jay of course”Madam Fisher exhaled, her shoulders relaxing a little. “That’s great,” she murmured, walking toward the window. “That’s enough to keep the company stable until the Hales recover.”“Stable?” he echoed with a sharp laugh that didn’t reach his eyes. “You have no
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