All Chapters of Pregnant By The Billionaire: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Mira’s P.O.VThe storm came the next morning—not from the sky, but from the weight in Luca’s eyes.He barely slept that night. I could tell by the way he paced the floor after I put Alina to bed, his steps slow and restless. Every creak of the wooden floorboards carried the sound of worry. When dawn came, I found him standing outside by the deck, the flash drive still in his hand, his gaze fixed on the sea.The wind had changed. Even the waves seemed heavier, darker.“Luca,” I called softly, wrapping a blanket around my shoulders as I stepped closer. “You’ve been out here for hours.”He turned to me, the morning light catching the sharp angles of his face. He looked exhausted—haunted, even—but there was something else in his eyes too. A flicker of old fury, the kind that once made people whisper his name in fear.“I can’t stay still knowing what I saw,” he said quietly, running a hand through his hair. “Elijah sent that drive for a reason. Someone’s been tracking us for months. Every

Mira’s P.O.VRain poured down in sheets, blurring the road ahead into a trembling silver haze. Elijah’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles pale under the faint dashboard light. The wipers struggled to keep up, their rhythmic squeaks lost beneath the sound of thunder crashing over the sea.Alina was crying softly in my arms. Her tiny fists clenched my blouse, her tears warm against my skin. I rocked her gently, whispering soothing words that barely reached her over the noise. My heart thudded painfully against my chest, every bump in the road making me flinch.“Elijah,” I said over the storm, my voice trembling. “Where are we going?”He didn’t look at me. His eyes stayed fixed on the flooded path ahead. “There’s an old villa about twenty kilometers from here—north side of San Felipe. It used to belong to one of Luca’s contacts. He kept it off the records, under a false name. No one should be able to trace it.”“Should,”

Mira’s P.O.VThe rain didn’t stop. It only grew harder—each drop hitting the earth like shards of glass as thunder cracked above the forest.Luca’s grip tightened around my hand while his other arm shielded Alina pressed against my chest. The faint red blink of the tracker near Vincent’s lifeless hand burned in my mind.“Run,” Luca said hoarsely, pulling me forward through the mud. His shirt was soaked with blood, each step a struggle. “We need to move before they lock onto our position.”“Luca, you’re bleeding—”“I’m fine.” His tone was sharp, but his breath came unevenly. “Just keep Alina close. Don’t look back.”I obeyed. My body trembled, but fear kept me moving. The forest floor was slick, roots jutting from the earth like traps. Every sound—every echo of engines in the distance—made my heart race faster.Behind us, the storm swallowed Vincent’s body, rain washing his blood into the soil. But the blinking light stil

Mira’s P.O.VThe rain had quieted to a soft drizzle by the time we reached the cave. My hands shook as I held Alina closer to my chest, wrapping her in what little warmth I had left. The storm had taken everything from us—our strength, our safety, even the illusion of peace we once clung to. But somehow, we were still alive.Luca stumbled behind me, his face pale, his wound bleeding through the soaked bandage. “It’s clear,” he muttered, scanning the trees. “No sign of movement.”I could barely hear him through the pounding in my ears. Every sound—the rustle of leaves, the faint cry of the river behind us—felt like danger waiting to strike. Still, we had no choice but to move forward.Inside the cave, it was cold and dark, the air thick with moisture. The uneven walls glistened faintly, reflecting the weak light from the cloudy sky outside. I found a flat stone near the back and gently laid Alina there, wrapping her tighter in the blanket. She stir

Mira's P.O.VThe night was colder than usual. Even with the thick blanket wrapped around me, I could still feel the chill seeping through my skin. The sound of the rain tapping against the window was soft, steady—almost calming. But my heart wasn’t. It was loud. Uneasy. Restless.Alina had just fallen asleep. Her tiny fingers were curled tightly around the edge of her blanket, her lips slightly parted as she breathed in that soft rhythm only babies had. I brushed a strand of hair away from her face and smiled faintly. She looked so peaceful—so unaware of the chaos that constantly surrounded her parents.I turned my head toward the window. The reflection of the lightning illuminated the entire room for a brief second, and I caught my own image—tired eyes, sleepless nights, and the quiet strength of a woman trying to hold it all together.Luca wasn’t home yet.He’d left early that morning, saying something about a business emergency. But I