All Chapters of The CEO's Regret: Mommy's Return With Secret Triplets: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

The deafening, high pitched wail of the flatlining analog monitor completely shattered the reality of the subterranean trauma bay.The sound did not register as a machine to Lucian. It registered as the absolute, catastrophic end of his universe.The feral, apocalyptic King of the American underworld, the monster who had just out muscled a collapsing skyscraper and ripped the global economy from the jaws of a phantom worm stood entirely paralyzed. His towering, bloodstained frame violently trembled."She has no pulse!" Dr. Aris roared over the chaos, his hands slick with Zara's blood. "We need to shock her! Charge the paddles to two hundred! Clear the bed!"The medical team violently shoved Lucian backward. He stumbled, his heavy combat boots catching on the sterile tile."Clear!"The heavy, mechanical THUMP of the defibrillator violently arched Zara's lifeless, pale body off the pristine white sheets. She collapsed back onto the mattress.The monitor continued its endless, terrifying

The heavy, armored diplomatic vehicles of the global elite rapidly reversed down the rain slicked avenue, desperate to escape the absolute, crushing gravity of the Valerius gates.They left nothing behind but the deafening silence of a broken world, and a single, matte black analog lockbox resting on the wet asphalt.It can only be opened by the DNA of its original architect. Yours... and your grandfather's.Lucian stared at the black box. His pitch black eyes did not see a digital inheritance; he saw a bomb wrapped in the ghost of a dead man. The feral King's jaw locked tight enough to crack stone. He didn't lower Zara to her feet. He tightened his massive, bleeding arms around her, holding her securely against his broad chest as if the box itself might suddenly reach up and pull her into the void."Silas," Lucian growled heavily, his voice a low, demonic vibration that commanded absolute obedience. "Put that box in a lead lined containment bag. Lock it in the deepest thermal sub vau

The heavy, ancient crimson leather of the ledger felt impossibly heavy in Zara's trembling hands.The exact, mechanical blueprint to the United States nuclear arsenal.The master suite of the Valerius penthouse plunged into an absolute, suffocating silence. Lucian stared at the coordinates written on the parchment, his heavily corded frame locking into terrifying, lethal rigidity. The feral King of the underworld had spent his entire life fighting in the shadows of the global economy, tearing apart cartels and shadow-brokers to protect his empire.But this wasn't banking data. This was the absolute, uncontested fire of the earth."Julian Cross bought the President," Zara whispered fiercely, her icy blue eyes tracing the flawlessly handwritten analog routing sequences. "He bought the Navy. He bought the quarantine. But he never actually controlled the United States. My grandfather did."She looked up at Lucian, the raw, world-shattering magnitude of her inheritance completely sinking i

The live security feed from the sub basement completely shattered the oxygen in the penthouse.Dr. Aris, the man who had just saved Zara's life and delivered Orion into the world, stood perfectly still in the sterile hallway. His blue surgical scrubs were still stained with the Sovereign's blood. But in his trembling hands, he held a heavy caliber Volkov tactical pistol, aimed directly at the electronic lock of the heavy titanium doors guarding the nursery."The outer perimeter just tripped. Someone breached the titanium blast doors."Lucian did not speak. The feral, apocalyptic King of the underworld didn't scream or issue a command. His reaction completely bypassed human biology and logic.He vanished.The heavy glass doors of the terrace violently shattered as Lucian tore back into the master suite, completely ignoring the analog elevator. It was too slow. He sprinted directly to the reinforced emergency maintenance access hatch set into the floor of the hallway. He ripped the heav

The analog video feed on the medical wing monitors violently ticked backward.09:59.The live image of Dr. Aris's terrified wife and six year old daughter, bound to steel chairs in the pitch black sub basement of the New York Federal Reserve, completely incinerated the oxygen in the room.Lucian Sterling did not roar. The apocalyptic King of the underworld didn't scream a single threat at the screen. The sheer, catastrophic gravity of his wrath bypassed sound entirely.He moved with a terrifying, unadulterated stillness. He gently lowered newborn Orion back into Elena's trembling arms, brushing his taped thumb perfectly over the infant's forehead. When he turned around, the fiercely protective father was completely, permanently gone.The God of War had awoken."Silas," Lucian's voice was a low, guttural vibration that made the sterile tile floor shudder. "Arm the hyper-maglev in the lower transit tubes. We are not flying. We are taking the bedrock.""Yes, King!" Silas barked, immediat