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Chapter One Hundred Fifty Two
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2025-10-10 07:00:59Luca's P.O.V
The moment I stepped into the office, I felt it.That strange, heavy stillness — like the air itself was holding its breath.I’d been in enough boardrooms, enough war rooms, to know what unease felt like. But this one was quieter. More subtle. The kind that seeps under your skin before you realize it’s there.The guards at the main door nodded as I passed, but even they seemed tense. I didn’t comment. I just kept walking, my shoes echoing against the polished marble floor until I reached my office at the end of the hall.Inside, the scent of leather and espresso filled the room. The blinds were half-open, casting angled stripes of sunlight across the floor. On my desk, a file lay waiting — open, as if someone had been reading it before I arrived.“Who was here?” I asked, my tone flat.Marco appeared from the adjoining room, expression uneasy. “No one, sir. I just placed that file there a few minutes ago.”
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Pregnant By The Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Fifty Three
Mira's P.O.VThe sound of rain woke me before dawn.Gentle at first — a faint tapping against the glass — then stronger, like the sky had decided to cry for reasons it couldn’t explain.The world outside was gray and soft, the ocean blurred by mist. I watched it from the window seat, wrapped in a blanket, my hands cradling a warm cup of chamomile tea. The baby had been restless all night, kicking hard enough to pull me out of sleep every hour. Maybe she could sense the unease that had been lingering between Luca and me these past few days — the kind we didn’t talk about but both felt.He’d been quieter lately. Still gentle, still present, but distant. Like his body was here, but his mind was somewhere far away.When he held me, I could feel it in the way his fingers hesitated before tightening. When he kissed me goodnight, I could taste it — that small, bitter trace of worry he tried to hide.And maybe I was pretending, too. Pret
Pregnant By The Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Fifty Two
Luca's P.O.VThe moment I stepped into the office, I felt it.That strange, heavy stillness — like the air itself was holding its breath.I’d been in enough boardrooms, enough war rooms, to know what unease felt like. But this one was quieter. More subtle. The kind that seeps under your skin before you realize it’s there.The guards at the main door nodded as I passed, but even they seemed tense. I didn’t comment. I just kept walking, my shoes echoing against the polished marble floor until I reached my office at the end of the hall.Inside, the scent of leather and espresso filled the room. The blinds were half-open, casting angled stripes of sunlight across the floor. On my desk, a file lay waiting — open, as if someone had been reading it before I arrived.“Who was here?” I asked, my tone flat.Marco appeared from the adjoining room, expression uneasy. “No one, sir. I just placed that file there a few minutes ago.”
Pregnant By The Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Fifty One
Mira's P.O.VThe faint orange light of dawn seeped through the sheer curtains, soft and quiet against the soft linen sheets tangled around me. For a moment, I just lay there — still, breathing slowly, trying to remember what peace felt like.Luca’s arm was draped around my waist, heavy and warm. His slow, even breathing brushed against the back of my neck, and I could feel his heartbeat, steady and grounding, against my spine. The weight of his presence both comforted and frightened me — because every time he held me like this, I forgot the chaos waiting beyond these walls.I turned slightly, careful not to wake him. His face was relaxed, a faint shadow of stubble tracing his jaw. The morning light made him look softer — not the cold billionaire everyone feared, but a man who had once been lost, just like me.My gaze lingered on him for a while, tracing the tiny scar near his temple, the faint lines under his eyes. Those were the marks of the things he carried, the ghosts he refused t
Pregnant By The Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Fifty
Mira’s P.O.VThe next morning began with the sound of the sea brushing softly against the rocks below. The air smelled of salt and new beginnings — that faint, clean scent after the tide retreats. Light poured through the windows, pale and golden, landing across the sheets tangled around me.I stirred slowly, blinking against the brightness. Luca wasn’t beside me. His side of the bed was still warm, the imprint of his body faint on the sheets. I could hear faint sounds coming from downstairs — the clink of a cup, the shuffle of feet, the quiet hum of the espresso machine.A smile curved on my lips before I even realized it. He’d been doing that lately — waking earlier than me, making breakfast, moving around the house like he was learning what peace sounded like.I ran a hand over my stomach, feeling that gentle kick that had become our morning ritual. “Good morning, little one,” I whispered. “He’s probably burning toast again.”The baby responded with another flutter, as if agreeing.
Pregnant By The Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Fourthy Nine
Mira’s P.O.VThe afternoon light slanted low through the wide windows, casting soft gold across the living room floor. Outside, the sea shimmered like glass — calm and endless, broken only by the slow rhythm of the tide pulling back to the shore.I sat on the couch, barefoot, a thin blanket draped loosely over my legs. The air smelled faintly of salt and citrus, the lingering scent of the candle I’d lit earlier. Luca was by the piano, his long fingers gliding quietly over the keys. The tune wasn’t anything familiar — something he was making up, maybe — but there was gentleness in it, a patience that didn’t exist in him before.I closed my eyes, letting the sound fill the quiet spaces between us.It was strange — how peace could feel heavy. Like something you had to learn to carry. After everything we’d survived, silence wasn’t just silence anymore; it was a reminder of what had once been loud, cruel, and uncertain.When I opened my eyes again, Luca was watching me. The music faded.“Y
Pregnant By The Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Fourthy Eight
Mira's P.O.VThe morning sunlight filtered softly through the sheer curtains, painting gold on the marble floor. For the first time in a while, the house felt… quiet. No tension humming through the air. No harsh words or broken stares. Just peace — fragile, but real.I sat by the breakfast table, running my fingers over the rim of my cup as the scent of brewed coffee drifted through the air. The warmth from the cup bled into my palms, grounding me. Across the table, Luca was reading something on his tablet, his brow slightly furrowed, the corner of his lips twitching as if he was trying not to smile.It was strange — seeing him like that. Relaxed. Human.When he finally looked up, his eyes softened. “You’re up early,” he said, voice deep and a little rough from sleep.I smiled faintly. “Couldn’t really sleep in. The baby’s been kicking since dawn.” I touched my belly out of habit — it had become my small morning ritual, feeling the little movements beneath my hand. “Maybe she’s just i
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