All Chapters of Pregnant With The Ex-Husband's Twins: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

The Abandoned Shipyard. Warehouse 4.The rain drummed heavily on the corrugated metal roof, creating a deafening roar that masked footsteps.Jackson and Luke moved through the maze of stacked shipping containers. Shadows stretched long and twisted in the dim emergency lighting."Alex, I need eyes," Jackson whispered into his earpiece, pressing his back against a cold red container."The metal is interfering with the thermal scans," Alex’s voice sounded frustrated in his ear. "It’s a labyrinth, Dad. But I’m detecting a cluster of heat signatures in the center. Five bodies. Stationary. Those might be the hostages.""Or a trap," Luke racked his slide silently."We have to check," Jackson signaled. "You take the left flank. I take the right. Silent approach."They separated.Jackson moved like a ghost. Despite his age, he hadn't lost his edge. He saw a mercenary guarding a corner, smoking a cigarette.Jackson waited for the thunder to clap.BOOM.In that split second of noise, Jackson lun

The Sterling Estate. 4:00 AM.The storm that had raged over New York Harbor had finally moved out to sea, leaving behind a damp, heavy silence. The air smelled of wet asphalt, ozone, and the faint, lingering scent of distant thunder.A convoy of three black SUVs rolled silently up the long driveway of the Sterling Manor. They didn't use sirens; they moved like ghosts returning to a graveyard.Jackson Sterling stepped out of the lead vehicle.He moved stiffly, every muscle in his body protesting. The adrenaline that had fueled him during the high-speed boat chase was gone, replaced by a bone-deep exhaustion. His tuxedo—a custom Italian piece worth thousands—was utterly ruined. It was soaked with Hudson River muck, oil stains, and dried blood from where Zero’s henchman had grazed him."Sir," Luke whispered, stepping out from the driver’s side. He looked equally battered. "I just got confirmation from the transport team. The prisoner transfer is complete.""Is he secure?" Jackson asked,

The Sterling Lodge. 9:00 PM.Outside, the Alps were disappearing into a white vortex. The snowstorm howled against the reinforced glass windows, demanding entry.But inside, it was warm, smelling of pine wood, roasted chestnuts, and hot cocoa.The family gathered in the massive sunken living room. The center of attention was the grand stone fireplace, where a fire crackled cheerfully.Jackson sat on the plush rug, leaning back against the sofa. He had a glass of scotch in one hand and Serenity’s hand in the other. He looked content, sleepy, and safe."It’s perfect," Serenity whispered."It is," Jackson agreed. "Except for my sore back.""Actually, it's about to get better," Margaret’s voice chimed in from the corner.Jackson stiffened. He knew that tone.Margaret walked in carrying a heavy, leather-bound book. It wasn't the Element Journal. It was something far more dangerous."The Photo Album," Margaret announced, placing it on the coffee table with a thud. "The years 1990 to 1999."

The Royal Garden. Afternoon.Serenity sat with her two adult daughters, sipping tea. The blueprints were spread out on the table between cucumber sandwiches."It's ambitious," Serenity smiled, tracing the lines of Aurora's drawing. "A school?""Not just a school, Mom," Aurora leaned forward, her violet eyes shining. "It’s a Sanctuary."She pointed to the design—a castle hidden in the mountains of Montbert, surrounded by beautiful gardens."There are other kids out there," Aurora explained. "Kids with high energy signatures. Kids who are different. The world scares them. Governments want to weaponize them."Kael, standing behind Aurora’s chair, nodded grimly. He knew exactly what she meant. He was one of those kids once."I want to build a place where they are safe," Aurora continued. "Where they can learn to control their gifts, not to hurt, but to heal. I want to call it 'The Academy of Light'.""Or 'Hogwarts for cool kids'," Mia chimed in from the other side of the table, tossing a

Two Years Later.Harvard University, Massachusetts.The sun was shining on the crowded lawn of the prestigious university. Thousands of students in black caps and gowns sat in rows.But in the front row of the VIP section, the Sterling family was making a scene."Jackson, stop crying," Serenity whispered, handing her husband a tissue."I'm not crying," Jackson sniffed, hiding his eyes behind sunglasses. "It's allergies. Why is there so much pollen in Boston?""It's winter, Dad," Mia leaned over. "There is no pollen.""Then it's dust," Jackson insisted. He pointed at the stage. "Look at her. My baby. My last baby."On the stage, Nova Sterling (18) stood at the podium.She was the Valedictorian. Youngest graduate in the history of the Physics department. She looked poised, beautiful, and slightly bored. The violet in her eyes was hidden by contact lenses, but her aura was electric."And so," Nova read from her speech cards, "We calculate the trajectory of our lives not by the gravity th