All Chapters of Pregnant By The Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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." "Really? 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 f

Mira's P.O.V The soft hum of the car engine was the only sound accompanying me as I stared out the tinted window. Manila blurred past gray skies, honking vehicles, pedestrians rushing along the sidewalks. My hand instinctively rested over my belly, now noticeably rounded beneath my loose dress. Five months. I was five months pregnant. The fluttering inside me had started to feel like tiny kicks, almost like gentle nudges reminding me that life was growing. That everything had changed. And there was no turning back. Beside me in the backseat, Manang Silva sat silently, her brows knitted in concern as she scrolled through her phone. She’d insisted on coming with me to my new OB-GYN clinic a different one this time, after what happened during my last visit. That previous hospital had flagged me as a missing person when I used my real name, Mira Alvarez. The receptionist had looked at me like I was a ghost. Since then, we couldn’t take any more risks. Whoever was behind it my family,

Mira’s P.O.V The silence in the penthouse was deafening. I stood in front of Luca’s study, clutching the flash drive I had found inside the hidden lockbox. My heart was racing. I hadn’t even told Manang Silva what I was about to do. Not because I didn’t trust her but because whatever was on this drive might be something no one was ready to hear. Including me. I slipped inside and closed the door. Luca was still at the office. Or at least, that’s what he said. A part of me didn’t know what to believe anymore. I slid the flash drive into the laptop. A single folder popped up: "Final Truths" My pulse jumped. Inside were several video files. One labeled "CASSANDRA - PRIVATE (Gabriel)" caught my attention first. I clicked it. The screen flickered. Cassandra appeared, sitting in a dimly lit room. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes swollen. She looked scared but resolute. "Gabriel," she whispered, "if you get this, it means they’ve either killed me or silenced me. But I need you t