All Chapters of Her Billionaire Crush: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mia’s POV I know it is not right for me to accompany James to his house. I mean, it was too early for me to do that, but I couldn’t control myself when he begged me to go with him. He was a real gentleman, and I felt safe with him. He slowly drove to his house, and within minutes we were already there. He had given me his word that he would not do anything that would make me feel disrespected. Although I felt safe with him, I couldn’t help but feel shivers all over my body when we reached his gate. “We are here, Madam,” he said as he pressed the remote button that made the gate open wide, and we passed through it. His house was so big and beautiful. I think it could fit more than a hundred people inside. “Oh, your place is so beautiful,” I said shyly. “Thank you. Let us go in then, my lady,” he said while taking my hand and leading me inside his beautiful mansion. “Do you live here alone? I mean, the place is so big, it can fit over a hundred people,” I asked him. “Yes. All this

James’s POV Finally, I got rid of Mia. That naive, trusting girl. I should be celebrating, after all, I got what I wanted. She fell right into my trap. I can still see the look on her face when she realized who I truly was. The fear in her eyes, the confusion, the betrayal, it was almost satisfying. She always acted like she was above it all, pretending to be pure and untouchable. I wanted to prove her wrong, to show her that people like me always get what we want. So, I played the nice guy. I smiled, I listened, I made her feel safe. It worked like magic. Poor Mia. She thought she had found a gentleman. When she finally left my house this morning, I watched her from the window. She looked broken, lost. For a second, I almost felt something like guilt. But it vanished as quickly as it came. I told myself she deserved it. She should have known better than to trust someone like me. Life isn’t kind to the weak, and she just learned that the hard way. I turn on the shower, letting the

Mia’s POV After One Month A whole month has passed since that terrible night, but the memory still feels fresh, like it happened just yesterday. The pain has not faded, it is only buried beneath my daily routine. Work has become my escape. I go in early, come home late, and by the time I arrive, Amelia is usually fast asleep. I keep myself busy on purpose, because the moment I am idle, my thoughts wander back to James, and I hate it. Something else has been wrong with me lately. My periods are two weeks late, and deep down, I fear the worst. I can’t be pregnant. Not now. Not after everything. If I am, my life will be ruined. My parents would be heartbroken, and no man would ever want to marry a woman carrying another man’s child. The thought alone terrifies me. * * * * * * * Today, I left work earlier than usual. I was exhausted, physically and emotionally. On my way home, I stopped by a pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test kit. I needed to know the truth. I prayed silently that m

Mia’s POV I almost dozed off while waiting for James. It had been over three hours and still there was no sign of him. He was clearly inside the house, taking forever to come out. I was about to give up and go home; I was starving and exhausted. I stood up when I heard a car engine. My heart leapt, it was his car, the same one he used to drop me at work when it rained. I moved to a spot where he could see me. The gate opened and his car pulled in. When he stopped and looked my way, my stomach twisted. There was a woman in the passenger seat, chewing bubble gum, loud and careless, the sort you see leaving clubs. Her makeup and clothes said everything I needed to know. “What are you doing here, you cheap woman?” James barked the moment he saw me. I shrank back, my whole body trembling. This was a bad idea. I should go. “Hey, Mia, I am talking to you,” he yelled. “James, I need to talk to you. In private, please. It will only take a few minutes,” I said, my voice small. I was certai

Mia’s POVThe doctor welcomes me into his office with a calm smile. My legs feel weak as I step inside. The smell of antiseptic fills the air, sharp, and cold. He gestures for me to lie on the examination bed. I obey quietly, my hands trembling as I watch him prepare the metallic instruments that would soon take my baby away from my womb My heart races painfully fast. I can barely breathe. I did not want this. Every fiber of my being screamed no. How did I end up here, about to end a life that never even had a chance to begin?“Are you sure about this?” the doctor asks softly, his eyes searching mine.I stare at the ceiling, then at his hands, then at the small tray of instruments again. My lips shake as I say, “No, doctor. I don’t want to do this.”He pauses, lowering his gloves. “Then you don’t have to,” he says gently.At that moment, I sit up and make my decision, the hardest yet clearest one I have ever made in my life. I will not get rid of my baby. No matter what happens, I wil