Building a Conglomerate in Another World-Chapter 255: A Moment of Peace After the War

The battles had been fought. The war had been won.

But for Matthew Hesh, the most important thing in the world wasn’t the presidency. It was his family.

As the morning sun rose over Washington, Matthew stepped out of the White House, for the first time in weeks without an armed escort beside him. The city was still rebuilding—workers repairing damaged buildings, citizens sweeping debris from the streets, and soldiers standing guard in key locations.

But today wasn’t about politics. It was about something far more important.

He was going home. Experience new tales on novelbuddy

Unlike past presidents, Hesh had never lived in the White House. He wanted his family safe, away from the chaos.

Instead, Amber and the children remained in a sprawling estate on the Newport coast, nestled between towering cliffs and the roaring Atlantic. The house was modest compared to the palatial summer homes of the elites, but to Hesh, it was paradise.

As the car approached the driveway, Matthew took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest.

For months, he had fought to protect Amerathia. But today, he was just a husband and father.

The car pulled up to the house.

Before he could knock, the front door burst open.

Amber stood there, holding their newborn daughter in her arms.

Her golden-brown hair was tied back, and though her eyes were tired, they were filled with warmth.

"M-Matthew?" she whispered, as if she couldn’t believe he was really standing there.

Matthew exhaled. "Amber."

Before he could say another word, she threw her arms around him.

He held her tightly, ignoring the aches in his body from months of battle, ignoring the weight of the world on his shoulders.

For the first time in months, he felt at home.

"I missed you," she murmured.

He closed his eyes. "I missed you too."

A soft giggle from behind them made Matthew pull back.

Maverick, their four-year-old son, stood on the porch, grinning up at him. His dark hair was messy, and his little hands clutched a wooden toy ship.

"Daddy!"

Matthew knelt down, arms wide open. "Come here, buddy."

Maverick didn’t hesitate—he ran straight into his father’s embrace.

"You were gone forever," Maverick pouted, his small hands gripping his father’s coat.

Matthew chuckled, brushing his son’s hair back. "I know, buddy. But I’m home now."

Maverick pulled back, his eyes shining. "Do you wanna see my baby sister?"

Matthew’s heart clenched. He had missed her birth—one of the greatest regrets of his life. But now, she was here. And so was he.

He stood and turned back to Amber, who smiled softly as she held out the tiny bundle in her arms.

"She’s been waiting to meet you," she whispered.

Matthew carefully took his daughter into his arms, cradling her against his chest.

She was so small. So fragile.

Her tiny fingers curled against his coat as she let out a soft sigh in her sleep.

"Sophia." Amber’s voice was barely above a whisper.

Matthew looked up, his throat tightening. "Sophia?"

Amber nodded. "That’s her name."

Matthew let out a slow breath, a rare smile spreading across his face.

"She’s beautiful," he murmured.

Amber leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder. "She’s ours."

For the first time in what felt like forever, Matthew didn’t feel like a president. He wasn’t thinking about war, politics, or the dangers still lurking in the shadows.

He was just a father. A husband. A man holding everything he loved in his arms.

The day was spent as a family, something he hadn’t done in months.

Maverick was eager to show his father everything—his drawings, his toy ships, even the beach behind the house where he had "discovered a sea monster."

Amber laughed as Matthew helped Maverick build a sandcastle near the water.

"See, Daddy? It’s the strongest castle ever!"

Matthew chuckled. "It sure is, buddy."

As the afternoon stretched on, they sat together on the porch, sipping warm cider, watching the waves crash against the cliffs.

Sophia slept peacefully in Amber’s arms, while Maverick played in the yard, pretending to be a great admiral commanding his fleet.

Matthew felt a rare sense of peace settle over him.

It was a stark contrast to the past months—the bloodshed, the betrayal, the near-death experiences. But here, in the quiet of Newport, he allowed himself to believe that maybe… just maybe… Amerathia would be okay.

That his family would be safe.

That this future was worth everything he had fought for.

As the sun began to set, Amber watched Matthew carefully.

"You’re thinking about it again, aren’t you?" she asked softly.

Matthew glanced at her. "Thinking about what?"

She tilted her head. "The war. The Order. The things you won’t say out loud."

Matthew sighed, rubbing his temples. "It’s not over, Evie."

She nodded, shifting Sophia in her arms. "I know."

Silence stretched between them before Amber reached for his hand. "But today, you’re here. With us. And that’s enough."

Matthew stared at her for a long moment, then squeezed her hand.

For today, it was enough.

For today, he would allow himself to be just a husband, a father, a man holding his family close.

Tomorrow, he would return to the fight.

But tonight, he held his daughter against his chest, listened to his son’s laughter, and watched the woman he loved smile.

And for the first time in a long time… he allowed himself to dream of peace.

Amber rocked Sophia softly, humming a quiet tune, while Maverick lay beside his father on the porch steps, staring up at the sky.

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"Daddy," Maverick whispered, pointing at the stars beginning to twinkle above. "Do you think the stars are watching us?"

Matthew smiled, ruffling his son’s hair. "Maybe, buddy. Maybe they’re watching over us, keeping us safe."

Maverick yawned, his little body relaxing against his father’s side. "Then I hope they never go away."

Matthew tightened his grip around him, looking toward the ocean. Neither do I, son. Neither do I.

This was it.