All Chapters of Pregnant By The Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Mira's P.O.V "You need to get married." Those five words dropped like a bomb across the dinner table. I looked up from my plate, fork frozen mid-air. "Excuse me?" My mother didn’t blink. "We’ve already chosen someone. He’s from a good family. Stable. Wealthy." Beside her, my father nodded silently. He had that tight lipped look he always wore when he didn’t want to fight, but agreed anyway. I swallowed hard. "I’m twenty four. That doesn’t mean I have to marry a stranger." "You’re not getting any younger," my mother said. "And our company… we’re not in a good place." Ah. There it was. The real reason. It wasn’t about love. It wasn’t about me. It was about the company. The image. The money. I pushed back from the table. "I’m not a bargaining chip." "No," my mother said, setting down her wine glass, "you’re our daughter. And sometimes, daughters have to make sacrifices." I felt my hands clench under the table. All these years of being obedient, of being quiet, o

Mira's P.O.V "Marry me." Those words echoed louder in my head than the paparazzi outside. I stared at Luca, blinking fast, hoping I had misheard him. But his eyes those sharp, unreadable eyes were focused solely on me. He meant it. “Is this your solution for everything?” I asked, voice shaking. “Marriage?” “It’s not a solution,” he said, tone low and firm. “It’s protection.” I folded my arms tightly against my chest. “I didn’t ask for your protection.” “No,” he said, stepping closer. “But our child needs it.” I hated how those words hit me. Our child. He wasn’t wrong. Now that the media had found us, things were going to spiral fast. I had seen enough headlines in my life to know what kind of chaos could come next. “She doesn’t even have a ring,” someone shouted from beyond the door. “Is it true, Luca?” I flinched. He turned toward the window and pulled the curtains tight. “We’ll need security. This won’t die down on its own.” “Why not just issue a statement? Say it’s n

Mira's P.O.V Cassandra. The name echoed in my mind long after the message disappeared from my screen. I stared at my phone for several minutes, as if it could somehow answer the questions clawing at my chest. Who was she? Why did someone think I needed to know about her? More importantly… what was Luca hiding? I didn’t want to jump to conclusions. I didn’t even know who sent the message. It could’ve been a prank. Or a bitter ex. Or someone trying to stir trouble. But instinct told me otherwise. The message was too precise. Too calm. And that name Cassandra felt heavy, like it had history. I locked my phone and stood up slowly, heart pounding. Luca wasn’t home that night. He had gone into the city for a meeting and promised to be back before midnight. The house felt larger without him. Colder. As if his absence made the walls echo. I wandered into the study-his study. The one room I rarely entered. The one he always kept locked, except when he was inside. But today, the door

Mira’s P.O.VThe walls of the mansion felt like they were closing in on me.Even after all this time, I still wasn’t used to the silence here... the way it stretched, long and heavy, like it was hiding something. And now that silence was louder than ever, pressing down on my chest every time I closed my eyes.I needed air.More than that, I needed answers and maybe a place that didn’t whisper secrets back at me.So I packed a small bag and told Manang Silva I was heading into the city for a doctor’s appointment. She didn’t ask questions. Just gave me that look the one that said I know you’re not telling me everything, but I won’t stop you.I appreciated that more than I could say.Luca had left for another business meeting earlier that morning. I made sure he wouldn't know I was gone until I wanted him to. I left my phone behind. If someone was tracking me or worse, trying to scare me through it. I couldn’t risk being followed.I took a ride share under a different name, hood pulled l

Mira's P.O.V The sun filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the polished wooden floor of the bedroom. I sat up slowly in bed, one hand instinctively settling on my lower belly. It was still flat, but somehow I already felt the weight of this tiny life inside me physically, emotionally, spiritually. The night before lingered like a ghost in the air. Luca had returned late, quiet and unreadable. We’d barely spoken, but there was something in the way his eyes softened when he looked at me that made the silence less unbearable. Something in the way his steps paused outside my door, how he gently placed a blanket over me when he thought I was asleep on the couch. Like he was learning how to care for someone again and maybe trying not to break them in the process. I slipped out of bed and walked to the window. The garden below shimmered under the morning light, too peaceful for someone carrying a secret as heavy as mine. The air carried the scent of dew-soaked r