บททั้งหมดของ Mr. President Has A Baby Bump: บทที่ 351 - บทที่ 360

🖱️Jayden🖱️“Well, lucky you… the Lord really showed you mercy for allowing us to share a womb,” Alexandra said, smirking like she’d just solved the universe.I raised a brow at her. “Uh, we didn’t share a womb, dada doesn’t have that, rather it was a sac.”Her eyes rolled so hard I thought they might get stuck. “Sac…. womb…whatever. You’re just lucky, that’s all.”I was about to fire back some sarcastic comeback when the doorbell rang like it had just discovered its purpose in life. The servants shuffled around, looking like someone just lit the world’s tiniest firecracker, and Alexandra perked up immediately.“Rock, paper, scissors,” she said, her grin stretching across her face.I laughed. “No way. We are doing that. You already know I’m gonna win.”She crossed her arms, one eyebrow raised. “Pfft, keep dreaming, little bro. Best two out of three, loser opens the door.”I rolled my eyes dramatically and got into position. “Fine, fine, let’s get this over with. But just know, histor

🖱️Victor🖱️The diary sat in my hand like it was alive, breathing, watching me, judging me, and the blue fire wrapped around my fingers didn’t burn anymore, it just existed like it belonged there, like it had always been waiting for me to notice it. I stared at it for a long time, longer than I should have, my thoughts drifting somewhere I had been trying very hard not to go.Jayden.I hadn’t had the time to think about him properly. Not since the fire started, not since my body decided to betray everything I thought I knew about myself. Everything had been noise, panic, heat, secrets, and unanswered questions, but now, standing alone with this diary in my hand, he crashed into my mind like he never left.I missed him in a way that made my chest hurt.Not the soft kind of missing. The ugly kind. The kind that makes you replay conversations at three in the morning and wonder exactly where you went wrong. The kind that makes you want to beg even when you know begging makes you small.I

🖱️Jayden🖱️“Who the hell is the Gem of Life?”The stranger’s voice cut through the room like a blade.It was loud. Mocking. Curious in the worst way, like he had just stumbled on a secret he wasn’t supposed to know and was enjoying the power of saying it out loud.My head snapped in his direction instantly.Him.He was the one.The one holding the gun and standing too calm in a house filled with blood and screams.He definitely the one that hurt my sister.Something ugly rose in my chest. I stared at him and wished with everything inside me that he would drop dead. Right there. No drama. No mercy. Just collapse and rot on my floor.Nothing happened.Not even a flicker.My heart skipped. Panic slid in fast, cold and sharp. I tried again, focusing harder this time, reaching for that familiar rush, that pull under my skin that always answered when I called.Still nothing.Instead, my blood felt wrong.It wasn’t flowing the way it usually did. It felt thick, sluggish, like it was fighti

🖱️Jayden🖱️The slap didn’t even hurt as much as the silence after it.It wasn’t painful. It was shocking.My head turned slightly from the impact and for a second I just stood there, staring at Dada like I didn’t recognize him. He had never hit me before. Not once. Not even when I deserved it. And right now I didn’t even know what I had done wrong.Before I could open my mouth to ask why, to demand an explanation, to say anything at all, Dada straightened up and shifted into full command mode.He looked at the alpha team like a general addressing soldiers.“Escort Jayden’s friends to the guest room. All three of them. And make sure they don’t leave. At all.”The room shifted again. Not chaos this time. Authority.Two guards immediately stepped closer to Victor, Jane and Sammy.Then Dada’s eyes moved to Sammy’s father, who was still lying on the floor while the medics worked on his arm.“Take him to the medical wing,” Dada continued calmly. “I want it heavily guarded while he is bein

🖱️Victor🖱️I could break out of this room if I really wanted to.The guards outside are trained. Strong. Loyal. But they are still human. And I am not. If I decide to push, the door will not survive. The walls might not either.But I’m not trying to escape.Not anymore.A few minutes ago when I appeared, right when that idiot I burned into ashes lifted his gun and aimed straight at Jayden’s chest, something happened to me that I’m still trying to process.It wasn’t just anger. It wasn’t just instinct. It was fear. Real fear.The kind that makes your stomach drop and your body move before your brain does.I didn’t even think. I just reacted. Fire covered me like it had been waiting. Like it knew exactly what to do before I did. I didn’t plan it. I didn’t summon it with effort. It just came.And he already pulled that trigger, and it made me realize something terrifying.If Jayden dies, I won’t survive it.Not emotionally or mentally.Maybe not even physically.I have always known I c