Semua Bab Pregnant By The Billionaire: Bab 11 - Bab 15

Mira’s P.O.V The night air was cold when I stepped out onto the balcony, but the chill didn’t bother me. Not when my chest was already heavy with something I couldn’t name restlessness, fear, guilt? Maybe all of it. Maybe more. Luca had just gone back to his study after dinner. He’d been quiet tonight more than usual. Not cold, just… thoughtful. Like there was something he wanted to say but couldn't. And I hadn’t pushed. Maybe because I was hiding my own secrets too. I wrapped my arms around myself, staring at the moonlit garden below. The silence was both comforting and suffocating. It reminded me of the nights I used to spend in my childhood room, awake and restless, pretending I couldn’t hear my parents fighting down the hall. My phone vibrated in my pocket. Unknown Caller. My heart skipped. Another threat? Another picture? But when I answered, the voice that greeted me wasn’t cold or menacing. "Hello? Mira?" "Elijah?" My voice cracked in surprise. "How did you...? Where d

Mira’s P.O.V.My fingers trembled as I held the photograph. It was grainy, but the image was clear enough me, standing in the study, right beside Luca’s desk, holding the hidden contract. The photo had been taken from inside the mansion. From somewhere close. Too close. I turned the photo over again. Blank. No note. No message. No clue. Just silence. The kind of silence that buzzed under your skin. I scanned the hallway behind me, then the balcony. Nothing moved. But I couldn’t shake the feeling. Someone had been watching me. Someone might still be watching. I rushed back into the study, locking the door behind me. My heart was hammering in my chest as I slid open the drawer once more. The contract was still there untouched, exactly where I had hidden it behind the stack of design books. But now, it felt different in my hands. Heavier. Loaded. Like it carried more than just words. I scanned the room. The antique clock. The air vent above the door. The bookshelf

Mira's POV My fingers trembled as I slowly closed the notebook. Each sketch felt like a punch to the gut. They weren’t just drawings. They were moments intimate, vulnerable pieces of me, captured without my knowledge. Moments that I thought were mine alone. And Luca had drawn them. He stood by the door, leaning casually, but his eyes were unreadable. "You weren't supposed to find that," he repeated, voice low. I swallowed the lump in my throat. "How long have you been sketching me?" "Since the night we met." I sat on the edge of the bed, notebook still in my lap. "Why hide it? Why draw me like this? When I didn’t even know you cared." His jaw clenched. "Because it's the only way I knew how to hold on to something real." "Real? Luca, I don’t even know what’s real anymore. There are cameras in the mansion. Someone left a photo of me as a threat. And now this? You bringing me to a place with no signal, no staff, no escape. It feels like I'm being caged." He stepped fo