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Chapter Fourty Nine
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Pregnant By The Billionaire Chapter Fourty Nine
Mira’s P.O.V The air was heavy with the scent of the sea as we approached the pier. Waves crashed against the wooden posts below, sending sprays of saltwater up into the cool evening air. My hands instinctively rested over my stomach, feeling the small but persistent movements of our baby. Seven months along, every kick reminded me that I wasn’t just carrying my own fears...I was carrying a life that depended on me. I adjusted the long, flowy tunic I’d chosen for the evening, the soft fabric stretching over my bump. Underneath, I wore comfortable maternity leggings and low, sturdy flats...practical for moving quickly if needed, and much safer than any kind of fashion statement. Luca had noticed my outfit earlier, his eyebrows lifting in silent approval, but he didn’t comment. He never did. His eyes were always scanning, always calculating. The pier was dimly lit, the last rays of the sunset glinting off the water, but I could feel the tension in the air like a static charge. Luca’s
Pregnant By The Billionaire Chapter Fourty Eight
Mira’s P.O.V. The morning air was heavy with humidity, the kind that makes every breath feel dense, almost suffocating. The storm from the night before had passed, leaving the city damp and glistening under the weak sunlight filtering through gray clouds. But inside me, the storm hadn’t ended. Not even close. I sat at the breakfast table, a cup of barely-touched tea cooling beside me. Luca hadn’t returned from his early meetings yet, and the house was unusually quiet. Too quiet, in a way that made my nerves jittery. My phone buzzed... an anonymous number. My hand trembled slightly as I picked it up. No message. Just a photo. It was the front gate of the De Silva mansion. And in the driveway, almost imperceptible, a black SUV idling with tinted windows. My stomach dropped. I immediately called Manang Silva. She answered after a few rings, her voice calm but cautious. “Hija, what is it?” I showed her the photo over video call. “Someone is outside. Watching. I don’t know
Pregnant By The Billionaire Chapter Fourty Seven
Mira's P.O.V The night pressed down like a weight, heavy and suffocating. Darkness clung to the corners of the De Silva mansion, filling the silent halls with an unsettling chill. Even the chandeliers above, usually warm and steady, flickered as though disturbed by some invisible presence. I sat in the study, the room awash in dim lamplight. Papers littered the desk before me... photographs, notes, printouts from weeks of obsessive research... and tucked away in the locked drawer was the newest USB drive. Its mere existence gnawed at me, a silent threat wrapped in steel and plastic. Whoever had sent it knew too much. Whoever had left it at my doorstep wanted me closer to the truth… but at what cost? My tea had long gone cold, untouched beside me. I cradled the cup anyway, more for the comfort of holding something than the drink itself. My mind replayed the moment from earlier... the faint outline of a figure outside the mansion, lingering, watching. I couldn’t shake the image. The
Pregnant By The Billionaire Chapter Fourty Six
Mira’s P.O.V The house felt different that morning, quieter than usual. Even the hum of the security system seemed subdued, as if the very walls were holding their breath. The chandeliers overhead, normally casting warm light, appeared dimmer, their golden glow strained against the shadows stretching long across the marble floors. Every creak of wood, every sigh of the old house seemed sharper, deliberate, as though the mansion itself was listening. I remained in the study, a room that had become both sanctuary and prison. Papers, photographs, and scattered notes cluttered the desk before me—clues, fragments, whispers of a story I hadn’t yet pieced together. My hand brushed against the weight in my pocket, that small and terrible reminder of what I had uncovered. The USB drive burned like a coal against my skin, though I had tucked it away, hidden from Luca’s watchful eyes. I leaned back in the chair, staring at the dust motes drifting lazily in the beam of light filtering through
Pregnant By The Billionaire Chapter Fourty Five
Mira’s P.O.V. The morning sun spilled gently across the mansion, golden and soft, contrasting sharply with the heaviness that had settled in my chest. After last night, after the anonymous package and the video I had seen, I felt restless, a mixture of fear and determination twisting through me. The baby stirred gently inside me, her tiny kicks a reminder that I wasn’t alone in this storm. I sat on the edge of the bed, absently rubbing my stomach, letting her movements guide my thoughts. Every detail of the security footage played repeatedly in my mind—the figure approaching Cassandra’s car, the way he moved, deliberate and careful. I knew it was Luca. I couldn’t deny it, no matter how much I wanted to. And yet… I also knew that jumping to conclusions wouldn’t help. I needed answers, clarity, and timing. Luca’s absence had become almost routine these days. He was always just beyond reach, moving in shadows, dealing with matters I couldn’t see. But today, something felt different
Pregnant By The Billionaire Chapter Fourty Four
Mira's P.O.VThe morning sunlight filtered weakly through the curtains, touching the corners of the bedroom with a pale gold. It should’ve felt comforting, but I couldn’t shake the unease from last night. Luca’s words lingered in my mind like a shadow I couldn’t push aside: “Some things… it’s better if you don’t ask.” I sat up, hugging my knees to my chest. My stomach churned with the baby’s gentle nudges, and I rested a hand over the soft curve. Her movements were oddly comforting, grounding me when the rest of the world felt uncertain. But even her calmness couldn’t chase away the feeling that something was about to happen—something I had to see before Luca came home. The house was unusually quiet. Manang Silva had been up before me, bustling in the kitchen and moving with her usual, careful efficiency. I had the sense she knew more than she let on, as if she were holding pieces of a puzzle she wasn’t ready to reveal. I wrapped a shawl around my shoulders and made my way downstai
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