All Chapters of Alpha's Eight Secret Babies: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

 MANNIE’S POV"You can see your son now." The nurse said, directing me towards Zane's ward."Thank you." I thanked the nurse before she left.My legs felt weak as I walked down the corridor. The smell of antiseptic clung to the air, yet it did nothing to calm the storm inside me.Each step felt heavy.Like I was walking through something thick, something that held me back.I reached the door and paused for a second. My fingers hovered over the handle, trembling slightly before I pushed it open.Entering the ward, my gaze immediately fell on Zane's sleepy face.He lay still on the bed, his small body wrapped in white sheets. A thin tube ran from his hand, and the faint beep of the monitor filled the room.My chest tightened.I walked closer, slowly, as if I was afraid he might disappear if I moved too fast.His lashes rested softly against his cheeks. His lips were slightly parted, and his

 Dianna’s POVI had been looking for a way to run into Sara for days.Not by chance. Not by coincidence. I wanted it planned, clean, and perfectly timed.But Sara had been everywhere and nowhere at the same time.Meetings. Calls. Inspections. Her heels clicking across the marble floors like she owned the place. She barely stopped moving, barely stopped breathing. The internal dinner was coming up, and she had buried herself in work like it was the only thing keeping her alive.It irritated me.No, it forced me to be patient.So I waited.And today… I finally saw her.She stood near the corridor leading to the executive wing, a file pressed against her chest, her brows slightly drawn together as she flipped through documents. Her hair was tied back neatly, not a strand out of place, and yet there was something tense about her shoulders.Good.That meant she was tired.And tir

 MANNIE'S POVJust like other days, I arrived home on time. I glanced at my wrist watch, sectioning my time in my head.Tomorrow was the D - day... And in the morning, I have to go to the Jewelry shop under the Blackmoore’s group to lead the singer around.My lips pursed, memories of me refusing the task flickered through my mind.After Sara had handed me the task, I had stood there for a moment, my fingers tightening around the file she gave me. The weight of it felt heavier than paper. Something about it did not sit right in my chest, like a faint itch I could not scratch.I met the supervisor and reported to him loudly about the task.He had leaned back in his chair, eyes watching me with that unreadable look he always tried to mimic. His fingers tapped lightly on the desk, once, twice, then he shook his head.“Mannie, you will handle it.”“But—”“No.” His v

 MANNIE'S POVWatching them leave, a sigh escaped my lips.The glass door slid shut behind them, sealing off the faint echo of their footsteps. For a moment, I stood there, staring at the space they had just occupied, my fingers still slightly curled at my sides.The receptionist looked at me, opening her mouth to say something but decided against it and also turned to leave.Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor as she walked away. She glanced back once, her eyes flicking between me and the table where the CD lay, then she shook her head slightly and disappeared down the hallway.Throwing one last glance at the CD, I turned to leave.I didn’t want anything to do with it. Not after the way that assistant spoke, not after the way Mr. Andre looked at me like he had already decided who I was.Still, my eyes lingered on it for a second longer than necessary.I tore my gaze away and reached into my p

 DIANNE'S POV"Then show me the purchase records right here." I said with a scowl on my face.My chin lifted slightly as I spoke, my fingers tightening at my sides. I made sure my voice carried just enough to reach the ears of those closest, and from there, it spread like ripples through water.Turning to Mannie who stood like a bright light in the room full of people made my heart itch with hatred.She stood there calmly, her posture straight, her expression steady. It was that calmness that made my chest burn.“Well, Mannie, did you think I wouldn’t ask?” I continued, my lips curling faintly. “With Mr. President being your backer, anything can be forged and said.”A few people nodded subtly.Others leaned closer, their eyes shifting between us.Good.That was what I wanted.“When you whispered into his ear, was it not a threat to make him follow your lead?”