บททั้งหมดของ Mr. President Has A Baby Bump: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

~~Alex~~The silence was fragile, broken only by the soft rhythm of Jay’s breathing and the steady beep of the monitors. For one moment, it was just him and me no questions, no impossible truths, just the weight of his hand in mine.Then James’s voice cut through, low but edged with impatience. “I hate to break this sweet couple moment, Alex, but we don’t have the luxury of pretending everything’s fine.”My jaw clenched. I didn’t even turn toward him. “Not now, James.”He ignored me, stepping closer, his eyes flicking from Jay to me like I was the gatekeeper of some insane secret. “The pregnancy is highly unstable. The levels we found in his blood are volatile his hormones are fluctuating at a rate that doesn’t match natural gestation. His endocrine system is practically in chaos.”Jay’s fingers twitched against mine, weak but present, and I tightened my grip to keep him grounded.James exhaled sharply, his tone brisk, clinical. “He needs to be given access to anything his body craves

Third Person POVThe driver didn’t even ask where to go. One look at Madam Hale’s face was enough. The Hale estate was behind her, but fury propelled her forward, further into Newyork’s underbelly, where glass towers gave way to narrow alleys and unmarked gates.By the time the car stopped, the streets were quiet, the air colder. The sprawling compound before her didn’t carry the Hale crest no polished elegance, no corporate sheen. Instead, it bore the subtle, chilling weight of power built not on money, but on fear.Her maternal home.The Yakuza didn’t need introductions.Two men in black suits bowed stiffly at the gate before one leaned into the tinted window. The moment he saw her, his eyes widened, and he quickly signaled the guards to open the iron doors. No questions. No delay.Inside, the courtyard buzzed with men sharpening blades, cleaning guns, trading terse words. The scent of incense clung faintly to the air, masking the smoke of tobacco and gun oil.At the top of the ston

~~Nina~~I came to find her today. The cute rich girl from last night for a reason. I’d heard her name whispered enough times to know she was trouble wrapped in perfume and money. And when I finally got close, what did I see? A spoiled little rich brat with fire in her eyes and far too much pride in her veins.Perfect. Just pure perfection.People like her were walking wallets. Loud, spoiled, reckless easy marks if you knew how to play the game. And I’ve always known how. I could already see the angles, the cracks I could slip through. Fast cash, maybe more.But then… she blindsided me.The last thing I expected was for her to slam a folder open and shove a picture in my face.I blinked, staring at it.That wasn’t me. Couldn’t be.The girl in that glossy print looked like she belonged in some magazine spread elegant, polished, the kind of woman who had drivers waiting outside and diamond necklaces waiting in velvet boxes. The kind of woman who had everything I’d never touched. She loo

~~Jay~~Life is so strange. One moment, you’re living what feels like a normal life the kind of life you take for granted, brushing off every little thing as if tomorrow is promised. And the next, life thrusts you into a rollercoaster of pain and negativity that doesn’t slow down, not even to let you breathe.There was a time I wanted to get rid of my babies. I hated the thought of them, hated what they meant. But now… now that I actually care, now that I’ve felt them move inside me, now that I’ve heard their fragile, fighting heartbeats, all I want is their safety. And that safety isn’t guaranteed.With Lena’s gone, I don’t think I’ll ever stop feeling alone. She was my anchor, and now she’s just… a shadow slipping further from me.But Alex….Alex, in the most unexpected, stubborn, terrifying way became my sense of reasoning. My protection. My anchor. Just within three or two days… I lost count already that he saved and he meant so much to me already… it was so fast and the amount of

~~Alex~~The night air hit me as soon as I stepped out of the building, cool and sharp against skin still burning from my argument with James. I dragged in a breath, forcing the tension in my chest to ease, when my phone buzzed in my pocket.Ethan’s name flashed across the screen.I answered on the second ring. “Report.”“President,” Ethan’s voice came low and steady, though I could hear the weight in it, “we found Vice President Lena.”Finally…I stilled, my grip on the phone tightening. “Where?”A beat of silence. Then: “Japan, sir. And… surprisingly, she’s not alone.”My gut knotted. “Explain.”“She’s with your sister.”Dahlia..? How? Dahlia is in New York… and Lena was nowhere to be found in the city. So how come—?For a moment, everything around me stilled—the traffic hum, the distant city lights, even the wind itself. My sister. With Lena.I pressed two fingers to my temple, fighting the surge of questions slamming through me.“What the hell is she doing with her?” I muttered, m