บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant With The Ex-Husband's Twins: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 216

Pier 88, Manhattan. One Month Later.The Sovereign Serenity was not just a yacht. It was a marvel of modern engineering.Moored at the VIP dock, the massive silver-and-white vessel gleamed in the morning sun. It was 400 feet long, featuring a glass-bottomed observation deck, two helipads, and a cascading waterfall pool on the aft deck.A small crowd stood on the pier. It wasn't the press—Jackson had banned them. It was just the family."It’s too big," Mia commented, shading her eyes with her sunglasses. "If pirates attack, clearing all those decks will take at least twenty minutes.""Pirates?" Kian wrapped an arm around his wife’s waist. "Mia, the hull is reinforced with military-grade titanium. If pirates ram it, their boat will shatter like glass."Jackson stood at the bottom of the boarding ramp, looking incredibly relaxed in a linen shirt and chinos. Serenity stood beside him, wearing a wide-brimmed sun hat and a flowing white summer dress.Behind them, Luke and Sebastian were alr

Pier 88, Manhattan. A Glorious Summer Morning.The harbor was alive with sunlight reflecting off the deep blue waves. A massive, towering vessel was slowly navigating its way to the docks.It was the Sovereign Serenity, returning to New York after ten glorious, incident-free years of sailing across the world.A massive crowd waited on the pier, but there were no press passes allowed today. It was a private gathering of a very large, very powerful family.The boarding ramp lowered to the ground with a heavy metallic clank.Jackson Sterling, stepping onto American soil for the first time in a decade, looked incredibly sharp. His hair was entirely silver now, lending him an aura of ultimate, undisputed authority. He offered his hand.Serenity stepped down next to him. She was glowing, wearing a white summer dress, her timeless beauty undisturbed by the years."Grandpa!"A loud, excited shout rang through the crowd.Julian (13) ran up the ramp. The young genius had ditched the preppy suit

The Sterling Manor was supposed to be a place of unbreakable rules and impenetrable security. But today, its defenses were being severely tested by a four-year-old in a Batman onesie.Julian Sterling, son of Alex and Cassandra, stood at the entrance of the Grand Pantry. His arms were crossed over his tiny chest, his eyebrows knitted in intense concentration behind his plastic blue glasses."Objective," Julian whispered to himself. "The high-fructose strawberry gummy bear jar. Altitude: twelve feet. Defensive measures: Level-four laser grid, pressure sensors, and Grandma Margaret’s constant vigilance."He pulled a customized smart-tablet out of his diaper bag. He began to type rapidly."Alex locked it," a voice said from the kitchen counter.Julian jumped, spinning around.Nova, his seventeen-year-old aunt, was sitting cross-legged on the marble island, eating an apple. Her violet eyes were amused. She wore a casual oversized hoodie and no shoes. Since the war ended, she was learning h