All Chapters of Pregnant By The Billionaire: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

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

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

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

Mira’s P.O.VThe day ended with the sky dipped in gentle violet hues, fading slow against the horizon. Back at the villa, the air inside felt warm, humming with quiet life. It was strange how a place once surrounded by tension now felt... like a home.Dinner passed softly—grilled fish, fresh vegetables, rice, and a bowl of fruit Manang prepared with that patient affection that always reached beyond words. After, Luca had disappeared into his office for a call while I made my way to the living room.I settled on the couch, one hand over my belly, the other flipping slowly through a baby book I picked up in town earlier. It was filled with advice, little milestones, and first-year memories. Pages meant for first laughs, first steps, first words. My chest tightened at the thought.A life was about to begin. And somehow, I had been chosen to guide it.I glanced up when I heard footsteps. Luca appeared, loosening his tie, looking far too serious for a man who had just walked out of a phone

Mira's P.O.VThe day moved steadily, warm and bright over the sea, but something inside me felt restless.After breakfast, Luca went to his office for a call with Rafael while I stayed on the terrace, notebook open on my lap. The sound of the waves was soothing, but my thoughts weren’t. I should have felt peaceful—everything in our lives had finally started to calm, to feel normal—but I couldn’t shake the quiet heaviness pressing at the back of my mind. A whisper I didn’t want to listen to—yet I knew it was there.Maybe because peace was unfamiliar. Maybe because after everything we had survived… part of me feared this was temporary. A dream that could end abruptly.A soft knock pulled me back.“Come in,” I said without looking up.The sliding glass door opened and Manang Silva stepped outside, holding a tray of warm tea and biscuits.“I thought you might need something,” she said, placing it on the table beside me.I gave her a small smile. “You always know.”She sat down opposite me