All Chapters of Pregnant By The Billionaire: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Mira’s P.O.V The villa seemed too quiet after Luca left the room. His footsteps faded down the corridor, yet the weight of his presence still clung to the air. My hand instinctively brushed over the mattress where the folded note lay hidden, the words echoing in my mind like an endless refrain. Not everyone is safe. Tonight—someone will listen. I closed my eyes, inhaling slowly, but even my breaths felt trapped, as though the very walls were closing in on me. Then, as if fate had mercy, my phone vibrated on the nightstand. The sound startled me—I hadn’t heard it ring in days. My heart leapt, equal parts nervous and eager, as I reached for it. The name on the screen made my chest ache with relief. Denise. I swiped quickly, pressing the phone to my ear. “Denise?” My voice cracked, but I couldn’t hide the smile tugging at my lips. “Mira!” Her voice burst through, warm and lively, like sunlight flooding through a shuttered window. “Finally, you answered! I was starting to think y

Mira's P.O.VThe room was quiet after Luca’s words, but it was a different kind of silence—gentler, less heavy. His hand still rested over mine, steady and grounding, like he meant every word he had just promised.For a long moment, I just stared at our joined hands. It was strange, how something so simple could feel so big. I had always thought strength came in grand gestures, but maybe it was this—quiet assurance, warmth that didn’t need to be spoken too loudly.“You should rest,” Luca said softly, though he didn’t move away. “You’ve been pushing yourself.”I smiled faintly. “I feel like that’s all I do lately. Eat, sleep, try to keep my balance.”His lips curved, almost like a hidden smile. “That’s because you’re carrying our future. That alone is enough.”The way he said our future tugged at something deep inside me. My throat tightened. For months, I had tried to be strong on my own, convincing myself I didn’t need anyone. But right now, with his hand over mine and his voice so s

Mira’s P.O.VThe next morning unfolded differently, though it carried the same warmth that yesterday’s breakfast had planted in me. The faint clinking of dishes woke me, a sound I would never have expected in Luca’s world. For a moment, I lay still in bed, listening, unsure if I had dreamed it.But when I finally sat up, stretching, I realized it was real—the faint aroma of brewed coffee drifting in from the hall, the low hum of movement beyond the bedroom door.I pressed a hand over my growing belly, smiling faintly. “Your father’s at it again,” I whispered softly.Sliding out of bed, I wrapped a robe around me and padded barefoot across the cool marble floor. The villa was quieter than usual, fewer guards hovering inside, their presence more distant. The morning light poured in from the tall windows, golden and clean, softening the sharp edges of the place.I followed the sound to the kitchen.And there he was.Luca stood near the counter, sleeves rolled to his elbows again, his dar

Mira's P.O.V The morning stretched quietly, as if the world itself was trying not to disturb us. Luca was still beside me, more awake than asleep, his gaze lingering in that way of his—half-guarded, half-unreadable. I shifted on the bed and rested my back against the headboard, hugging the blanket closer. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was heavy with things unsaid. “Did you sleep at all?” I asked, studying the faint shadows beneath his eyes. He shrugged, brushing a hand over his jaw. “Enough.” I knew it was a lie, but I didn’t press him. Luca never admitted weakness, not even to himself. The light through the curtains was softer now, brushing gold over the edges of the room. My hand instinctively moved to my belly, feeling the faint flutter of life within me. “He was restless last night too,” I whispered, almost to myself. Luca’s eyes followed the gesture, and for a moment his expression softened. He reached out slowly, deliberately, and placed his hand over mine. The

Mira's P.O.V The silence that followed was the kind that pressed against your skin, heavy and suffocating. I sat frozen on the bed, my hand clutching the blanket, the echo of Luca’s words—Stay here—ringing inside me. Every instinct screamed at me not to move, but fear had a way of making stillness unbearable. My ears strained for any sound: footsteps, voices, the low hum of the guards patrolling outside. But the villa seemed to hold its breath. I shifted slightly, the mattress creaking under my weight, and pressed both palms over my belly. My voice was a whisper no louder than a thought. “You’re safe. He won’t let anything happen to us.” But my own words trembled. Minutes passed—though they felt like hours—before the door opened again. Luca slipped inside, his movements fluid, controlled. He was still in the clothes from earlier, his shirt slightly rumpled now, a gun still in his hand. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes… his eyes burned with vigilance. “What was it?” I