Pregnant With The Ex-Husband's Twins のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

They walked out of the cave into the blinding white snow.The storm had cleared. The Antarctic sky was a piercing blue.Margaret collapsed onto her knees in the snow. She didn't cry loud tears; she just stared at the sealed cave entrance where her husband lay forever."Come on, Mom," Jackson helped her up gently. His own heart was breaking, but he had to be the pillar. "We have to go. We are exposed.""Look!" Alex pointed at the sky.A low thumping sound filled the air. Not one, but six military Blackhawk helicopters crested the glacier ridge. Floodlights swept across the ice, pinning the Sterling family in circles of bright light."Unknown party! Drop your weapons and kneel!" A voice boomed from a loudspeaker.Scores of soldiers in winter camouflage rappelled down from the choppers, surrounding them with rifles raised. The patches on their arms said U.S. Navy."Don't shoot!" Jackson stepped in front of his family, holding his hands out, palms open. "We are civilians!"A Commander wal

One Month Later. A Sunday afternoon.The sun hung high over the Sterling Villa, bathing the estate in golden warmth.For the first time in years, the property didn't look like a military command center. The barbed wire on the perimeter fence had been removed. The anti-aircraft lasers on the roof were powered down and retracted.Even the security guards looked relaxed. Instead of black tactical armor, they wore casual white polo shirts, trying their best to blend in with the garden hedges (though the earpieces remained).In the expansive backyard, a plume of dark grey smoke was rising into the blue sky."Jackson!" Serenity yelled from the shade of the porch, holding a glass of lemonade. "You are burning the Wagyu! That’s Grade A5 beef from Kobe!"Standing by the massive chrome grill was Jackson Sterling. He wasn't wearing his Italian suit. He was wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and a ridiculous apron that said "World's Okayest Dad" in bright neon letters—a prank gift Alex had ordered online

St. Jude’s Elite Academy. AP Computer Science Class.The teacher, Mr. Henderson, was writing a complex algorithm on the digital whiteboard."This encryption method," Mr. Henderson tapped the board, "Is considered unbreakable by standard NSA protocols. Can anyone tell me why?"Alex sat in the back row, his feet up on the desk. He didn't raise his hand. He was playing a flight simulator game on his transparent wrist-watch."It's because of the prime number factorization," Alex mumbled without looking up. "The key changes every nanosecond. But it’s not unbreakable. You just need a quantum backdoor.""Thank you, Mr. Sterling," the teacher sighed. "Always correct, always arrogant."The class giggled. The girls stared at Alex with dreamy eyes. He was the Ice Prince of St. Jude's. Untouchable."However," Mr. Henderson checked the door. "We have a distraction today. Class, please welcome a transfer student."The door opened.A boy walked in. He wore the school uniform, but he wore it careless

The Sterling Penthouse. 7:00 PM.The dining table was set with impeccable precision. Silverware gleaming, crystal glasses polished.Jackson stood at the head of the table. He was casually sharpening a steak knife.Shhhk. Shhhk. Shhhk."Jackson," Serenity sighed, adjusting the flowers. "Please stop sharpening the cutlery. You are going to scare the boy.""I want him scared," Jackson tested the edge of the blade with his thumb. "He tackled my daughter.""She tackled him first," Mia argued, checking her reflection in a spoon. She was wearing a simple dress, trying to look like she didn't care (but she cared)."He hacked my phone," Alex muttered, still typing on a new, more secure tablet. "He is a Level 5 threat."The doorbell rang."Showtime," Jackson stabbed the knife into the cutting board. It stood up, vibrating.Luke opened the door.Kian walked in. He wore a simple black shirt and trousers. No tie. He carried a bottle of wine."Good evening," Kian nodded to Luke, then looked at the

Tokyo, Japan. Shibuya District.Rain slickened the neon-lit streets. The air vibrated with the roar of modified engines."Entrance to Sector 4 is behind that barricade," Kian pointed to a tunnel entrance guarded by armed men with dragon tattoos. "The Red Dragon Clan. They don't let anyone pass unless you pay... or unless you race.""I hate paying," Mia adjusted her gloves. She straddled a sleek, matte-black Ducati superbike they had "borrowed" from the local black market."And I love winning," Kael sat in the driver's seat of a reinforced muscle car next to her. Aurora was buckled in the passenger seat, looking excited.Alex sat in the back of the command van, parked a block away. "I’m in the Tokyo Traffic Control Grid. Just say the word."A man with gold teeth and a robotic eye walked between the vehicles. The Race Master."The finish line is inside the tunnel," he grinned. "First one to cross gets rights to the underground. The losers... leave their cars.""And their lives," a Red D