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Chapter One Hundred Eighty One
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2025-10-23 06:01:37Mira’s P.O.V
The world outside the hospital was a blur of darkness and rain.Cassandra moved with the kind of confidence that came from years of surviving danger. Every step she took was calculated, every turn of her head precise. I followed her through the back exit, the cold air hitting my face like needles. My legs still felt weak, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was Luca.“Stay close,” Cassandra whispered, her voice barely audible over the storm. “They’ve got eyes everywhere.”We slipped into a black SUV waiting behind the hospital. The driver didn’t speak a word—just nodded once before starting the engine. As the car sped away, I looked back through the tinted window. The hospital lights faded into the distance, swallowed by the night.“Where are we going?” I finally asked.Cassandra didn’t look at me. “Somewhere Luca never wanted you to find.”Her words sent a chill through me. “You mean—”
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Mira’s P.O.VThe night exploded into chaos.Gunfire ripped through the compound, shattering the quiet like glass. The sound was deafening—bullets hitting steel, men shouting orders, the pounding of boots against marble floors. The storm outside howled like it was mourning, wind and rain colliding with the echo of violence.I pressed my back against the wall, breath sharp, trembling. The air was thick with smoke and fear. Cassandra had drawn her gun, eyes steady and cold as she moved toward the main door, her every step precise.“Stay behind me,” she ordered without looking back.But I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. Luca was out there—facing the man who gave him life and took away everything else.And the baby—our child—was kicking harder than ever, as if sensing that danger had entered the world it wasn’t ready for yet.“Cassandra,” I whispered, my voice breaking, “we have to help him.”She turned to m
Pregnant By The Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Eighty Two
Mira’s P.O.VThe storm outside had grown worse.Thunder rolled like distant gunfire while lightning illuminated the compound through the narrow windows. Inside the war room, the air was so heavy with tension that even breathing felt dangerous.Luca stood motionless, staring at the documents Cassandra had thrown on the table. His father’s name—Antonio De Silva—was printed across the top of every page, attached to offshore accounts, coded transactions, and government-linked contracts that made my stomach turn.“This can’t be,” Luca whispered, his voice hoarse. “He died in Milan. I saw the reports. I buried him myself.”Cassandra crossed her arms, unflinching. “You buried what he wanted you to bury. A name. Not a body.”I watched the muscles in Luca’s jaw tighten, the storm inside him barely contained. “You’re saying my father faked his own death to fund the people attacking us?”“Yes,” she said flatly. “And he’s been rebui
Pregnant By The Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Eighty One
Mira’s P.O.VThe world outside the hospital was a blur of darkness and rain.Cassandra moved with the kind of confidence that came from years of surviving danger. Every step she took was calculated, every turn of her head precise. I followed her through the back exit, the cold air hitting my face like needles. My legs still felt weak, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was Luca.“Stay close,” Cassandra whispered, her voice barely audible over the storm. “They’ve got eyes everywhere.”We slipped into a black SUV waiting behind the hospital. The driver didn’t speak a word—just nodded once before starting the engine. As the car sped away, I looked back through the tinted window. The hospital lights faded into the distance, swallowed by the night.“Where are we going?” I finally asked.Cassandra didn’t look at me. “Somewhere Luca never wanted you to find.”Her words sent a chill through me. “You mean—”
Pregnant By The Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Eighty
Mira’s P.O.VWhen I opened my eyes, the world was quiet.Too quiet.The last thing I remembered was the sound of gunfire, the taste of rain and blood in the air—and Luca’s voice begging me to stay awake. Now, everything was wrapped in stillness. White walls. The faint scent of antiseptic. A steady beep echoing somewhere near my ear.I blinked hard, realizing I was lying in a hospital bed. My hand instinctively flew to my stomach.The baby.“Please…” I whispered, tears welling instantly.Before panic could fully drown me, a voice spoke softly from the corner. “He’s fine, Mira.”I turned my head slowly—and froze.Cassandra Navarro was sitting beside the window, her arms crossed, a faint bruise darkening her temple. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days. Her eyes, usually sharp and cold, were softer now.“He’s fine,” she repeated. “Both of you are.”My heart slammed against my rib
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Mira’s P.O.VThe night burned.The sound of gunfire swallowed everything—thunder, wind, even my heartbeat. The mansion trembled under the weight of chaos outside, and every shot that echoed through the storm felt like it was tearing straight through my chest.“Stay down, Señorita!” Manang Silva cried, pulling me behind one of the marble columns as glass shattered somewhere near the west wing. “They’re trying to breach the gates!”But my eyes stayed on the door.Because somewhere beyond it… was him.“Luca,” I whispered, the name breaking apart in my throat. The world outside was on fire, and all I could think about was getting to him.I couldn’t sit still. I couldn’t just wait.“I have to go,” I said, trying to stand, but Manang grabbed my wrist with surprising strength. “No! You can’t—”“She’s out there too,” I cut her off, trembling. “Cassandra. She’s alive, Manang. She’s—she’s fighting them.”Manang’s eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her wrinkled face. “Cassandra Navarro? Señ
Pregnant By The Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Seventy Eight
Mira’s P.O.V The world outside the safe room had gone still. Too still. For a moment, I wondered if I had gone deaf—or if the storm had swallowed every sound whole. The silence pressed against my ears, heavy, unnatural. My pulse became the only noise I could hear. “Manang,” I whispered, but she didn’t answer. She was frozen near the door, clutching the rosary that dangled between her trembling fingers. “Stay here, Señorita,” she murmured again, voice breaking. “Don’t make a sound.” But I couldn’t just stay still. Not when Luca was out there. Not when Cassandra Navarro—the woman who was supposed to be dead—was standing in front of him like some ghost come to collect what she was owed. I turned back to the screen, watching every flicker of movement. The rain blurred the camera lens, but even through the static, I could see the tension—the way Luca’s shoulders squared, the way his gun lowered ever so slightly, as if he were seeing something impossible. Cassandra took a step close
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