Mr. President Has A Baby Bump のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

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

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

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

~~Alex~~“I think you should sleep… and maybe take a bath.”James’s voice came from behind me, quiet but firm, carrying that usual edge of reason I had learned to hate and need at the same time.I didn’t turn immediately. I was still staring at Jay still waiting for him to move, even a little. His chest rose and fell in those shallow, mechanical rhythms that no longer looked human. The fluorescent lights made his skin look almost translucent. Like he was fading right in front of me.“It won’t come,” I muttered, my throat dry. “Sleep. It never does. Anytime I close my eyes, all I can see is him… in that pool of blood.”I finally turned to look at James, and his expression said everything he didn’t need to. The pity. The worry. The exhaustion.“Alex, man,” he sighed, stepping closer, “you’re doing yourself more harm than good. You haven’t slept in five days since all this began. If this continues, your body’s going to shut down and you won’t be here when he wakes up. Is that what you wa

Third Person POVRichard Hale had become a shadow of himself.The proud man who once commanded boardrooms with a single cold glance now looked like a shell a figure built of regret, exhaustion, and unanswered questions. His suits still fit, perfectly pressed, his tie still knotted with precision, but there was no life behind the perfection. Just an emptiness that seemed to hum beneath his skin.At least his company had been saved for now.The shares had stabilized. The crisis had been patched together by invisible hands mostly the Fishers, whose sudden “generosity” unsettled him more than the danger itself. He didn’t understand why they were helping. They’d always been competitors since the engagement got canceled, not allies. And Alex Fisher was the last person Richard wanted to owe anything to.But even that wasn’t the hardest truth to live with.No. The hardest thing was that he hadn’t even been able to see his children since the day Eleanor told him everything.Jay, his only son p