Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mr. President Has A Baby Bump: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

~~Jay~~My happiness can be comprehend with just words…. But Alex voice brought me back to reality.“Jay,” he said, low, cautious.“Hmmm?” I answered, blinking up at him. My voice was weaker than I wanted it to be.“There’s… some people.”I frowned. “Some people?”He hesitated. I hated when Alex hesitated. It meant whatever he was about to say was worse than the way he wanted to say it.“Alex,” I pressed, my chest tightening, “what are you trying to say?”He finally met my eyes, his jaw rigid. “The Yakuza mafia family is looking for Lena.”For a second, the words didn’t land. Then they did, and I felt a cold ripple shoot straight through me. Why will they be looking for Lena.“Oh,” I muttered, leaning back into the pillows. “That’s… grandpa’s family.” I tried my best to make it look like all this was ok with from within but no it wasn’t…. The last time I checked mom cut all ties with Yakuza clan for reasons best known to her, why are they helping with the search for Lena… if they are

~~Nina~~Entering a private estate for the first time in my life was something I never expected, but this… this wasn’t a house. It was a castle buried underground. Marble floors that gleamed like water, walls so polished they practically whispered wealth, and a security system so sharp I swear if I sneezed too loud, lasers would cut me into bite-sized pieces.Everything screamed money, power, untouchable authority.And me? I didn’t belong here. Not really.But what I couldn’t figure out what kept buzzing in my head like a mosquito I couldn’t swat was why these men were so hell-bent on separating me from Dahlia. Every move I made, every glance I threw her way, there was always someone watching, ready to pounce.What, was the original Lena Hale some kind of criminal? Or a monster wrapped in pretty clothes? Because nothing else made sense. They were treating me like I was radioactive.“Are you done with your food?” Dahlia’s voice broke through my spiral.I glanced up. She was leaning on

Third person POV Richard’s breath hitched, his chest heaving as Eleanor’s words echoed in the silence. His face twisted, and before she could blink, his palm came crashing down on the table beside him. The thunderous crack jolted through the room, rattling the vase at the edge. “Enough!” he roared, his voice raw. “You think you were a mother? You were nothing but a shadow in their lives. A useless woman clinging to sentiment, too weak to make a single choice without me holding your hand. If anyone failed those children, it was you!” Eleanor flinched as though the words had struck her flesh. Her lips parted, but no sound came. The sob in her throat turned to ice. He leaned forward, his eyes burning into hers, the fury unchained now. “Don’t talk to me about pride. At least I gave them a future, a name, a legacy. What did you give them, Eleanor? Tears? Empty lullabies? Do you even know what your children needed, or were you too busy drowning in your own fragility?” The silence

~~Alex~~Ethan started again, a little slower this time. “Your sister and her sister—”My grip tightened around the phone. “I dare you to complete that sentence.”There was a beat of silence, and I could practically hear his throat working. When he spoke again, his tone had shifter softer, cautious. “I mean… the Young Miss. And Vice President Lena.”I exhaled through my nose, sharp. “Better. And let me make this clear, Ethan don’t you ever, ever, call Lena anyone’s sister-in-law again. Not when it ties her name to my Jay. Not now, not ever.”The words came out rougher than I meant, but I didn’t take them back.Because why the fuck did it feel like fire in my veins, just hearing her name strung alongside his? Why did my chest lock up like Jay was being stolen from me, like he wasn’t already mine?I pinched the bridge of my nose, pacing the hall. God, I knew I liked him I wasn’t blind to myself. But the way I sounded just now? The way my voice broke, the way it boiled over like a jealou

~~Jay~~Later that night, the doctor and a couple of nurses came in, fussing with machines and the wheels of my bed. I turned my head, half groggy, half annoyed, and asked Alex, “Where the hell are they taking me?”He didn’t even hesitate. “Well… we’re going home.”Home.The word hit me like a punch to the chest. Safe. Warm. Something I’d never really had in my life not with my father’s house, not with all the cold walls and rules that made me feel more like a prisoner than a son. But hearing it now? From him? God, I liked the sound of it. I wanted it.“Yes,” I said quickly, almost too quickly. “Home. Take me home.”And then, like an idiot, my throat tightened. That single word stirred something ugly and fragile inside me, and before I could shut it down, a drop of water slipped from the corner of my eye.A fucking tear.Get it together, Jay. What the fuck are you getting emotional about? It’s just a word. Just a stupid word. Gosh I hate this pregnancy hormones man.But the harder I t