All Chapters of Mr. President Has A Baby Bump: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

~~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, sof

~~ 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

~~ Gabriel ~~Grandfather was strapped to the reinforced chair l the same kind he’d used on his “test subjects.” The irony wasn’t lost on me.Cables ran from the generator to the electrodes pressed against his chest and arms. Every time he lied, every time he tried to twist the truth, I’d turn the dial a little higher.He called it science.I called it justice.His breathing came in shallow rasps now, sweat slicking his gray hair to his forehead, blood dried at the corner of his mouth. But still, even now, his eyes were calm. Calculating. Like pain was just another observation in his experiment.I still find the all thing about my mother’s birth crazy… and that fact that our life’s are all linked together is insane… It was obvious the main reason for all this… and why he wanted revenge was because my mother fell in love and had my brother and I. Which to him is an error o his perfect creation.“So,” I said, circling him, voice sharp and low. “What you’re saying is… my mother was born

~~ Alex~~No fucking way.I stared at the CCTV feed from the Saito compound, and for a second, I honestly thought my brain was glitching. The entire lab was on fire no, not just on fire, it was erasing itself. Walls collapsing, metal melting, alarms screaming through the static. One second there were walls and men and machines; the next, it was just fire eating everything like it had been waiting for this moment.I leaned closer, blinking through the smoke distortion on-screen. “No… fucking… way.”The door burst open, and one of the Alpha Team guys stumbled in. He looked like he’d just seen a ghost.“Sir… Elijah’s dead.”I turned slowly. “What did you just say?”He swallowed hard. “We found him in the torture room. No pulse. He’s gone.”For a second, my brain just froze. Then I laughed. It wasn’t funny but I laughed anyway. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. The enemy’s killing each other now? What kind of sick twist is this?”The guy just stared, probably wondering if I’d lost it. Honestly

~~Alex~~ Alex Fisher was anything but a cry baby… the last thing anyone will ever is me do is breaking down like this… and worst I was doing that in an open space in my sister’s arms. I didn’t even hear the footsteps this time. The world had gone quiet in that strange way pain makes it like every sound was being held at a distance. Dahlia’s hand was still on my back, her voice low, saying something I didn’t really hear. Then another voice broke through. Softer. Older. Firm, but shaking. “Alex…” I looked up, blinking through tears. Madam Hale stood there in her usual elegant coat, her hair pulled into that neat bun that never seemed to move. But her face her face wasn’t composed. It was raw. Red-rimmed eyes, lips trembling. She looked at me, then at Dahlia, and then at the closed doors of the operating room. “Is my son…” she whispered, taking a step forward. “Is my son alright… and the babies?” Her voice cracked on the last word. I tried to speak, but my throat gave out. I just