Semua Bab Pregnant With The Ex-Husband's Twins: Bab 191 - Bab 200

2:00 AM. Joe’s Truck Stop. Upstate New York.The bus pulled over with a hiss of hydraulics."15 minute break," the driver grunted over the intercom.Ash nudged Nova awake. "Come on. If we don't eat now, we starve until the border."They walked into the neon-lit diner. It smelled of grease and stale coffee. A TV in the corner was blaring the late-night news.[ BREAKING: BILLIONAIRE'S DAUGHTER MISSING. JACKSON STERLING OFFERS $10 MILLION REWARD. ]Nova’s photo—a grainy picture from the Gala—flashed on the screen.Ash stopped holding his burger. He looked at the TV, then at the girl sitting opposite him in the booth, wearing oversized sunglasses indoors."10 million?" Ash whispered, his burger falling from his hand. "You aren't just rich. You're Sterling rich."Nova pulled her hood down lower. "Please don't turn me in, Ash. Grandpa is waiting."Before Ash could answer, a shadow fell over their table.Two large men in trucker hats stood there. They smelled of tobacco and bad intentions."

The Arctic Circle. Coordinates Unknown.The snowmobile roared across the frozen lake. Ash drove, squinting against the wind, while Nova held onto his waist, her eyes fixed on the sky.Above them, the Aurora Borealis danced—waves of green, blue, and violent purple light rippling across the stars."It looks like you," Ash shouted over the engine noise."It is me," Nova whispered. She could feel the sky. It was singing to her.Ahead of them, a solitary structure appeared on the peak of a glacier. It looked like an old radio tower, half-buried in ice.The Northern Lights Station.Ash slowed down. The engine sputtered and died as they reached the base."Too much interference," Ash tapped the gauge. "The energy here is frying the electronics."They climbed off. It was dead silent. The wind had stopped. The air hummed with static electricity.A figure sat on the edge of the cliff, back turned to them, watching the lights dance.He wore no coat. Just simple robes that fluttered in the energy

Three Years Later.Time moved differently in the Sterling household. It didn't march; it sprinted.Julian Sterling was now three years old. And he was a menace."Julian! Did you reprogram the refrigerator again?" Cassandra shouted, walking into the kitchen.The smart fridge screen was flashing binary code. It refused to dispense water; instead, it was dispensing apple juice—Julian’s favorite.Sitting on the floor, surrounded by dismantled smart-home sensors, was Julian. He held a screwdriver with dexterity far beyond his age."Juice," Julian stated logically. "Water is boring."Alex walked in, suppressing a laugh. "You can't argue with his logic, Cass. He optimized the beverage output.""Fix it," Cassandra pointed at her husband. "Or I’m hacking your Tesla to drive only in reverse."In the Garden.Ash (18) was sitting on the grass, reading a textbook on Theoretical Physics (he had caught up fast).Nova (16) lay with her head in his lap, reading a novel."Ash," Nova poked his cheek. "P

New York City. The dark alleyway behind City Hall Park.The black SUV drove slowly through the restricted service lane, its headlights cutting through the midnight fog."We are here," Ash parked the car in the shadows. "City Hall Loop. The oldest subway station in New York. It's been closed since 1945.""Perfect place to hide a treasure," Kael checked his tactical flashlight. "Spooky, underground, and illegal to enter. Classic Liam.""Gear check," Mia said, opening her door. "Flashlights, rope, protein bars, grappling hooks. Let's make this quick."Ash walked around to the trunk to get the heavy coil of rope. He popped the latch."Surprise!"A cheerful voice shouted from the trunk.Ash jumped back, nearly dropping his flashlight. Kael’s hand instinctively went to his holster.Sitting inside the trunk, nestled comfortably between the spare tire and a pile of tow cables, was Julian (3).He was wearing his pajamas, oversized sunglasses, and holding a family-sized bag of Cheetos. His face

The Sterling Estate. One Week Later.The sun was setting, casting a warm, deceptive orange glow over the manor. It was the golden hour, perfect for photos, perfect for peace.Inside the living room, Margaret sat in her favorite high-back armchair. Her trembling hands held the leather journal Nova had brought back from the subway."He wrote it all down," Margaret whispered, tracing Liam's jagged handwriting with her finger. "The origin of the meteor. The chemistry of the serums. The cure for the madness. It's not just a diary. It’s the user manual for the next century of science.""It belongs in the Vault," Alex said gently, placing a hand on his grandmother's shoulder. "I'll encrypt it with a biometric lock keyed only to our DNA. We don't need to be gods anymore, Grandma. We just need to be humans."Margaret nodded, closing the book with a heavy sigh. "He is finally at rest. I can feel it."The Backyard.Outside, it was a chaotic, beautiful family barbecue—a new Sterling tradition tha