All Chapters of Pregnant By The Billionaire: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Luca’s P.O.V The mansion had always been a fortress. Walls of stone, glass, and iron—unshakable, untouchable. A symbol of strength. But tonight, as I walked down its corridors, it felt like the walls themselves were closing in, pressing against me with the weight of everything I hadn’t said. The staff lowered their heads as I passed, their movements sharper than usual, like even their silence had turned into obedience born out of fear. They had every reason. What happened in this house last week—the chaos, Elias’s intrusion, Mira collapsing—had shaken the very foundation of what I’d built. And now, with her back inside these walls, with the baby’s life still fragile inside her, everything inside me screamed one thing: protect. At any cost. I reached my study and shut the door behind me. The sound echoed, final. The room smelled faintly of old leather and smoke, familiar and grounding. I loosened my tie, sat heavily behind t

Mira's P.O.VThe hallways of the mansion seemed longer that night, stretched thin by silence. My feet carried me back toward my room, but every step was heavier, as though the words I had overheard from Luca were clinging to me, pulling me down.Bury it. For good.I pressed my hand to my chest, then lower, to the curve of my stomach. The baby shifted faintly under my palm, the movement small but grounding. It should have comforted me, but instead it deepened the ache. Because what kind of world was I preparing to bring this child into? A world where every truth was hidden behind locked doors, where love was tied up with secrets that could suffocate us both?By the time I reached the bedroom, my hands were trembling. I didn’t even try to rest. I sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, hearing Luca’s voice replay in my head until the words blurred together.A soft knock broke through my thoughts. I startled, heart racing.

Mira’s P.O.VThe journal pressed against my ribs felt like a second heartbeat. Even when Luca’s arm draped back over me, even as he drifted into sleep again, the weight of that leather-bound book refused to let me rest.I waited. Breath shallow, body still, counting the seconds until his breathing deepened into the slow rhythm of sleep. My fingers twitched against the sheets, aching to reach for the journal, to open it under the faint glow of the lamp. But his warmth was a cage, and I knew the slightest shift would wake him.So I endured.Hours stretched like days until the sky outside the curtains paled with the first light of dawn. Luca finally rolled onto his side, loosening his hold. My body slipped free from his like a shadow escaping a net. I pulled on my robe again, tucked the journal beneath it, and left the bedroom with my heart pounding so loud I swore it echoed in the hallway.The house had begun to stir—quiet movements of staff preparing breakfast, faint clatter from the k

Mira’s P.O.V The morning came heavy, like the house itself was aware of the secret pressed against my skin. I moved through the routine with deliberate calm—sitting at breakfast with Luca, sipping the tea the maids poured, smiling when he asked if I felt well enough to eat. He studied me with that same quiet intensity. As though each word, each breath, was another puzzle piece he meant to fit into place. I could feel the receipt folded deep inside my robe pocket, hidden like a knife. “Elijah called,” Luca said suddenly, lifting his coffee cup without looking at me. His tone was casual, but my chest tightened. “He wants to check on you again this week. I’ll have someone drive you.” I forced my hand not to tighten on the spoon. Elijah. His name in Luca’s mouth was steady, untroubled, but to me it was a thunderclap. The same name I had found in Cassandra’s shadows. “Maybe,” I whispered, pretending indifference. “I’ll see if I feel up to it.” Luca’s gaze lifted, sharp, as though te

Mira's P.O.VThe ride back to the mansion felt endless. I kept my eyes pinned to the window, watching the blur of trees and fading sky, pretending to be absorbed by them when in truth I was counting my own heartbeats. My hand was tight around the edge of my coat, nails pressing into the fabric. Every minute dragged, and when the iron gates finally appeared, my chest tightened even more.The guards moved quickly when the car stopped, opening the gates without a word. Still, I noticed the way their gaze lingered on me through the tinted glass—longer than usual, sharp in a way that made my skin crawl. Luca must have said something. I forced myself to sit still, not to fidget, not to betray the heat rising to my cheeks.The crunch of gravel under the tires filled my ears. When the mansion came into view, glowing under the last light of dusk, I suddenly didn’t see it as home. Tonight, it looked like something else entirely—tall and watchful, its windows like un