All Chapters of The President's Mate: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

NADIA POVI held the phone tightly at my side, my fingers wrapped around it as though letting go would somehow unravel everything I’d worked so hard to build. My gaze stayed fixed beyond the glass walls of my penthouse, on the city stretched beneath me in quiet ignorance. From up here, Astria looked harmless. Beautiful, even.A lie.This place was my fortress. A carefully secured stronghold of secrets and survival, hidden in plain sight beneath the noses of the very people who would gladly tear me apart if they knew I was still breathing.To Devon and the rest of them, I was still rotting away in the Cave of the Forgotten.That place.That bitch.That stupid, self-righteous bitch.My fist clenched until the phone creaked softly in my grip, the sound sharp and brittle. I didn’t look down. I couldn’t. My eyes remained fixed on the window, my reflection staring back at me, because the memories were already clawing their way to the surface.Fara’s hands are gripping my arms.The cold ston

Devon POVEleanor smiled, slow and deliberate, and said there would be no need for that.The words were soft, almost courteous, but they landed like a warning bell in my chest. Before Jim could press further, Amira appeared at Eleanor’s side, her voice low and professional.“Eleanor, it’s time for your speech.”I watched my wife turn toward the podium, watched the way she gathered herself with that familiar, lethal grace. To the world, she looked every inch the grieving daughter—poised, elegant, carved from restraint and dignity. But as I sat beside my children, something in the air around her felt… wrong. Off. As if the woman I had known had been buried alongside Lucan Rhys, and what walked toward that stage now was something sharpened by intent.A stranger wearing Eleanor’s face.She stepped up to the podium, the murmurs dying instantly. The crowd leaned in—not out of respect alone, but hunger. This wasn’t just a memorial. This was a reckoning disguised as grief.“Ladies and gentle

JIMMIE POV The air was gone.It wasn’t just that I stopped breathing; it was as if the very oxygen in the room had turned to lead. My eyes snapped open, but I didn't see the ceiling. I saw the void. I saw the terrifying, hollow space where a heartbeat had once been."Oh my god..."The words were a broken rasp, barely clawing their way out of my throat. I sat up so fast the world tilted on its axis. My hands, I couldn't make them stop shaking. They felt like they belonged to a stranger, vibrating with a frantic, rhythmic tremor that travelled all the way up my arms to my collarbone."Are you okay?"The voice hit me like a physical blow. I flinched, my head whipping toward the sound. Franco.I slammed a palm against my sternum, pressing down hard, trying to remind my lungs how to expand. My heart was a trapped bird hammering against my ribs, desperate to escape. Breathe. Just breathe. But the air felt thin, sterile, and cold—the smell of the Astria Feds’ bleach and old sweat."You felt

Jimmie POV The adrenaline from the escape hadn't faded; it had curdled into a cold, hard knot of fury in the pit of my stomach."Over here!" Stella shouted, her voice cutting through the wail of the sirens. "I parked in this lot. Get in!"I dove into the passenger seat, the door barely clicking shut before Stella floored it. The tyres shrieked, smoking against the asphalt as she aimed the car straight for the security gates. A guard stepped out, waving his arms frantically to signal a stop, but Stella didn’t even flinch. She was a woman possessed.CRASH.The impact was violent. The metal gates buckled, and the guard was sent diving for cover as we smashed through. We bounced hard, the suspension groaning, but Stella kept her foot on the gas. We fishtailed onto the main street of Astria, the neon lights of the city blurring into long, jagged streaks of colour."Damn it!" Stella hissed under her breath.I whipped my head around. Behind us, the flashing blue and red lights of the Fed cr

Devon POV "NO!" I roared, the rattle of the chains sounding like a scream of their own. "You don't get to pin this on me! You destroyed that world yourself the moment you allowed another man into our bed, Eleanor! Our marriage was a corpse long before I ever walked away from it!" I slumped against the metal slab, the weight of the years crashing down. "If you’re looking for someone to blame," I said, my voice dropping to a dejected, hollow whisper, "we both are. We were a disaster in the making."The silence returned, thick and suffocating. My mind was racing, turning over the faces of every man we knew, every political ally, every shadow in her life."Who’s the father?" I asked, my voice trembling.Eleanor turned her back to me, her heels clicking sharply against the floor as she walked toward the desk. "That’s not important," she said, her tone dismissive, like she was discussing the weather."Don't you dare dismiss me like that!" I snarled, the Alpha in me—starved and chained—tryi