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2025-09-30 07:00:18Mira’s P.O.V
The first gunshot split the night like a crack of thunder.I froze. The sound was so sharp, so violent, it felt as if the air had been torn apart. A second shot followed, then another, until the quiet vineyard was swallowed by chaos. Bullets whizzed through the mist, snapping past the hedges where I was hiding. My body reacted before my mind did—I dropped low, clutching my stomach with both hands as my knees hit the damp earth.The smell of gunpowder rolled in quickly, acrid and biting, mixing with the dampness of rain-soaked soil and crushed leaves beneath me. My throat burned from it. I pressed my sleeve against my mouth, trying to steady my breathing, but it was useless—every inhale came ragged, fast, terrified.“Move! Get her out!” a voice barked—Luca’s voice.My chest tightened at the sound. Even in the chaos, even with bullets raining down, his instinct was to protect me.Two of his men broke through the hedge,
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Pregnant By The Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Fifty Five
Mira’s P.O.VThe sky was painted in hues of rose and amber when I woke that morning — the kind of sunrise that made the whole world look softer, almost fragile. The curtains swayed with the gentle ocean wind, and for a moment, I just lay there, feeling the rhythm of the waves outside and the slow, steady breathing beside me.Luca’s arm was draped over my waist, his hand resting protectively against my swollen belly. His face was buried near my shoulder, and the warmth of his breath brushed against my skin. There was something peaceful about the way he slept — a peace I rarely saw when his eyes were open.For so long, our mornings had been filled with tension, unspoken fears, and the weight of everything we’d been through. But now… it felt different. Calmer. Real.I carefully turned to face him. His hair was slightly messy, his jaw shadowed with a bit of stubble. I found myself smiling. The Luca I knew before — the cold, guarded man who built walls
Pregnant By The Billionaire Chapter One Hundred Fifty Four
Luca's P.O.VThe storm had passed, but the world hadn’t found its calm yet.The air outside still carried that heavy stillness that came after the rain—where everything smelled like wet earth and salt, and even the waves seemed to move more carefully, like they, too, were listening for something.I stood on the terrace, watching the horizon blur into silver and gray. The sky was clearing, but my mind wasn’t. The locket lay in my pocket, its weight sharper than it should have been. I’d been holding onto it all night, tracing its edges the way I used to trace a trigger—steady, deliberate, waiting for the right moment to act.Someone had come close enough to take Mira’s photo.Close enough to stand at our gate.Close enough to remind me that no matter how many walls I built, danger would always find its cracks.Behind me, the sound of soft footsteps pulled me back. Mira appeared by the doorway, wrapped in her cream robe, her hair still da
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.
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