All Chapters of Mr. President Has A Baby Bump: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

🖱️Victor🖱️ One moment I was on the kitchen floor drowning in a pain so sharp it felt personal, and the next it vanished like someone reached inside my body and ripped it out without asking for permission. That was the part that terrified me the most. Pain I understand. Pain has rules. Pain has rhythm. This did not fade or ease or retreat the way pain usually does. It disappeared on command, clean and instant, and the sudden emptiness it left behind felt wrong, like silence after an explosion. I stayed on the floor longer than I should have, palms flat against the cold tiles, breath shallow, waiting for the agony to come rushing back and prove I had imagined the relief. My heart hammered anyway, loud and uneven, because some instincts do not need proof to panic. “Why are you on the kitchen floor?” Jane’s voice cut through the quiet and I felt it before I saw her. The scent of her stopped me from pretending this was fine. I turned my head just enough to see her frozen in the door

🖱️Jayden🖱️By the time we reached the bottom of the stairs, the house no longer felt like home.My parents were seated in the living room, stiff and tense, the way people sit when they are trying very hard not to panic. Uncle James was kneeling on the floor beside Victor, sleeves rolled up, fingers pressed to his neck, eyes sharp and calculating.And Alexandra.Of course Alexandra was standing.She had planted herself near the doorway like she was part of the scene on purpose, arms folded, wearing that look she gets when chaos entertains her. She did not look scared. She did not look worried. If anything, she looked pleased, like this entire situation had just confirmed something she had been waiting to say for years.The second my foot touched the last step, my father looked up.“You were in the kitchen,” Papa said, his voice calm but edged with steel. “Do you know what happened.”Before I could answer, Dada’s eyes were all over me.“And why are you wearing a rope,” he added, brows

🖱️Victor🖱️One moment I was drowning in pain. Not the slow burn kind vampires romanticize in old stories. This was excessive, crushing, everywhere at once, like my body had finally decided it was done pretending to function. I remember collapsing and thinking, very clearly, that this was a stupid way to die.Then I heard Jayden.“Breathe.”It was not gentle. It was not soft. It was a command, sharp and absolute, like my body no longer belonged to me and had been handed new instructions. The second his voice cut through the noise, something inside me snapped back into place. My lungs dragged air in like they had been waiting for permission. My heart surged violently. My mind followed.His hand was wrapped around mine.And then a voice screamed inside my head.‘Soulmate.’The word hit like a blade.What the fuck.Who are you I demanded internally, panic ripping through me faster than the pain ever had.Silence.The voice vanished like it had never existed, leaving behind nothing but

🖱️Jayden🖱️“I don’t like this.”Alexandra said it the moment she dragged me into her room and shut the door behind us, cutting off the stairs, the noise, and everyone else like she needed space to breathe before she exploded.“Like what,” I asked, genuinely confused as I rubbed the back of my neck. “What exactly don’t you like.”“Everything,” she snapped, finally turning to face me. “The way you are suddenly so close to her. The way she touches you. The way all you talk about is her when I call. The way she talks like she owns you. The way she looks at you like she is already standing between you and the rest of the world.”I blinked. “Sis, she is just a friend,” I said quickly, stepping closer. “You are overthinking this. Jane is just… Jane.”“Yes,” she said sharply. “That is the problem.”I frowned. “How is that a problem.”“She is your best friend now,” Alexandra said, her voice dropping. “So tell me, Jayden. What does that make me.”I opened my mouth.Nothing came out.“You are

🖱️Jayden 🖱️The car barely made it past the iron gates before everything went wrong in the best possible way.I was still watching the estate shrink behind us, my reflection faint in the dark glass, Alexandra’s smile replaying in my head like a bruise I could not stop pressing, when the air inside the car shifted.Not sound.Not light.Pressure.Like the world inhaled and forgot to exhale.I felt it before I understood it, a tight pull low in my stomach, the same wrong right sensation that had been following me since Victor collapsed, since my blood decided it knew more than I did.“Jane,” I said slowly, turning my head. “What are you doing.”She was already moving.Her fingers traced something invisible in the air, precise and practiced, eyes glowing faintly like she was staring straight through the car instead of sitting inside it. The windows fogged instantly, not with mist but with symbols that slid across the glass like living things.“Jane,” I repeated, louder now. “We said ca