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Chapter One Hundred Eighteen
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2025-09-22 06:01:58Mira’s P.O.V
The corridor stretched ahead of me, pale and endless, each step swallowed by the silence. Manang Silva’s words clung to me like a second skin—Not all of them loyal. They echoed louder than the sound of my own breathing, louder than the faint creak of my swollen ankles against the marble floor.I kept a hand pressed to my stomach as I moved, tracing the edge of the wall with my other fingers, grounding myself in the cold smoothness of polished stone. The baby shifted inside me, a small roll, as though restless with the weight of the house’s silence too.Halfway down the corridor, I saw her.Ana.She was standing near one of the tall windows, her back partly turned, her arms full of freshly folded linens. The pale light of the afternoon cut across her face, softening her features, making her look younger than she already was. Her lips were moving faintly, whispering something I couldn’t hear, as though she were reciting a thoug
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Pregnant By The Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Eighteen
Mira’s P.O.VThe corridor stretched ahead of me, pale and endless, each step swallowed by the silence. Manang Silva’s words clung to me like a second skin—Not all of them loyal. They echoed louder than the sound of my own breathing, louder than the faint creak of my swollen ankles against the marble floor.I kept a hand pressed to my stomach as I moved, tracing the edge of the wall with my other fingers, grounding myself in the cold smoothness of polished stone. The baby shifted inside me, a small roll, as though restless with the weight of the house’s silence too.Halfway down the corridor, I saw her.Ana.She was standing near one of the tall windows, her back partly turned, her arms full of freshly folded linens. The pale light of the afternoon cut across her face, softening her features, making her look younger than she already was. Her lips were moving faintly, whispering something I couldn’t hear, as though she were reciting a thoug
Pregnant By The Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Seventeen
Mira’s P.O.VThe house felt different after he left the kitchen.It wasn’t quieter—Luca’s silence was always heavy, filling every corner even when he wasn’t speaking. No, this was something else. The air itself seemed to loosen, like a rope pulled too tight finally slackening. I hadn’t realized how shallowly I’d been breathing until I pressed a hand against my chest and felt the ache of air rushing back in.I stayed at the table for several minutes, staring at the half-drunk tea, the faint trace of his handprint still fogging the porcelain cup. His touch lingered on my side even after it was gone, hot and invasive, like a shadow I couldn’t shake.When I finally rose, my legs ached beneath me. I gripped the edge of the chair for balance, feeling the swell of my stomach pull me forward, heavy and insistent. The baby shifted again—less sharp this time, more of a restless roll—as though reminding me that they, too, were caught in this cage of walls an
Pregnant By The Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Sixteen
Mira’s P.O.VThe rhythm of footsteps drew closer, steady and unhurried. Every click of leather against marble seemed to echo twice as loud inside my chest. My fingers tightened around the edge of the table, the wood cool beneath my skin, as though bracing could anchor me against the inevitable.Then the door eased open.Luca stepped into the kitchen as though he owned not just the villa, but the very air inside it. He wore a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, collar undone just enough to reveal the sharp line of his throat. The morning light caught the edge of his jaw, shadowing half of his face and sharpening the other.His gaze found me immediately. Always.“You’re awake early.” His voice was smooth, steady, but the undertone carried weight—something between accusation and quiet interest.I pressed my hands against the cup still on the table, though the tea inside had already cooled. “I couldn’t sleep.”H
Pregnant By The Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Fifteen
Mira’s P.O.VMorning crept slowly into the villa, pale light sliding across the marble floor and glinting against the heavy frames of the paintings that lined the corridor. The air carried a faint dampness, the kind that clung to the skin after the night’s coolness. Somewhere, a maid had opened the windows too early, letting in the scent of wet earth and pine.I walked carefully, one hand resting at the small of my back for balance. Every movement felt heavier now. My body no longer belonged entirely to me—it swayed to the rhythm of the child inside me. When the baby shifted beneath my ribs, pressing outward with an impatient nudge, I stopped mid-step and leaned against the wall. The chill of the stone steadied me, but it also reminded me how cold these walls always felt.“Ma'am Mira?”The familiar voice snapped me back to the present.I turned and found Manang Silva standing in the doorway of the kitchen. She carried a tray with both han
Pregnant By The Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Fourteen
Mira’s P.O.VThe night had settled fully by the time the lamps in the sunroom were lit.Soft amber light spilled across the tiled floor, chasing away the sharpness of the glass walls but not their weight. Outside, the garden was gone to shadow, the roses nothing more than dark shapes swallowed by the night. Only the faint line of the pine trees remained visible, their silhouettes stretching upward like blackened spines.I sat back in the wicker chair, the blanket now draped loosely across my lap. My body ached with the heaviness of the day—the baby pressing insistently beneath my ribs, my ankles swollen, my chest tight with a restlessness I could not shake.Across from me, Luca had not moved much since sitting down. He leaned back, one arm resting over the chair’s edge, posture deceptively casual. But his eyes… they never softened. They followed every shift in me—the way I pressed my hand against my stomach, the way my shoulders sagged under the weight of exhaustion.The silence betwe
Pregnant By The Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Thirteen
Mira’s P.O.VEvening had not fully arrived, yet the air carried the weight of it.The glass walls of the sunroom, so open during daylight, now seemed to thicken with shadow. The roses outside, vivid just an hour ago, had darkened into muted patches of red, their outlines blurring against the creeping dusk. The pine trees looked sharper now, their shapes carved into black against the fading sky, like watchmen who never needed rest.I shifted in the wicker chair, the blanket slipping against my skin. Its fabric was softer than I expected, almost too soft, like something chosen with careful thought. My hands lingered on its edge, rubbing the hem between my fingers, and the smallest pang of unease flickered through me. Was it Ana’s kindness alone, or had Luca instructed it? Nothing in this house seemed untouched by his reach.The baby moved again. Not restless this time—more like a slow, deliberate turn inside me. My breath caught at the sensation, my body yielding to the child’s quiet in
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