All Chapters of Pregnant By The Billionaire: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Mira's P.O.V I woke on the sofa with Alina curled against my shoulder, her tiny breaths soft and even. Luca’s chest pressed gently against mine, warm and steady, as though he had become the anchor for everything fragile inside me. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting the room in gold, but it didn’t make the knot in my chest any lighter. He stirred beside me, half-awake, and I watched him. The way he looked at Alina’s tiny fingers, tracing them carefully with his thumb, made something ache inside me. “Morning, little one,” he murmured, voice low, careful. My heart clenched at the tenderness I had come to take for granted and yet never fully understood. I swallowed, shifting slightly so I wouldn’t wake Alina. “You… really are good at this,” I whispered. He glanced at me, the faintest smile tugging at his lips, but his eyes were distant. “I’m fine,” he said softly, and I knew that wasn’t the whole truth. Breakfast was quiet, with only the clink of utensils and Alina’s s

Mira's P.O.V“Mira… you need to stay calm.”I froze mid-step, Alina tucked against my shoulder, her tiny body warm and soft against me. Her little coos filled the quiet room, and I held her a little tighter, feeling her small fingers brush against mine.“Okay… what is it?” I asked, my voice low, cautious. The tension in Manang Silva’s face made my stomach twist.“It’s about Luca,” she said, pacing slowly. “Something… urgent came up. He didn’t tell you everything before he left.”I swallowed hard, glancing down at Alina. She blinked up at me with her round eyes, yawning a tiny, innocent yawn. “I… I can feel it,” I admitted. “Something’s wrong. He left because… I don’t know… something dangerous?”Manang Silva nodded, voice careful. “Yes. And you must stay calm. Alina doesn’t need to sense the fear. Not yet.”I sat on the sofa, hugging Alina against my chest as she wiggled slightly, tiny kicks brushing against me. “Tell me, Manang Silva. Please. I can’t just… wait not knowing.”She lower

Mira's P.O.VMira, stay back!”Rafael’s voice cut through the air just as the doorknob turned another inch. My breath hitched. I tightened my hold on Alina, who let out a frightened, broken cry, her small fists trembling against my skin.“Rafael—” I whispered, voice shaking.“Behind me,” he repeated, raising one hand to silence me. “No matter what you hear, you stay behind me. Keep Alina against your chest.”My knees felt weak, but I forced myself backward. Manang clutched my elbow, guiding me away from the door while her other hand clung to a wooden spoon like it was a weapon.The metal clicked again.“Stop touching that door!” Rafael barked. “Step back NOW!”A low chuckle came from the other side—quiet, unfamiliar, chilling enough to freeze my spine.“You think you can stop me?” the man murmured. “Open it, Mira.”My heart thudded violently. “No,” I breathed. “No, no, no—”Alina whimpered and buried her wet face into my chest. “Shh… baby, Mommy’s here,” I whispered, rocking her gentl

Mira's P.O.V“Rafael, what does he mean?”My voice shook as the door groaned again, splintering under Matteo’s weight. I backed up instinctively, clutching Alina so tightly she started to fuss, her soft hiccups brushing against my neck.“Don’t listen to him!” Rafael barked without looking back. “Mira, stay in the corner—stay far from this damn door!”“I’m asking you,” I cried, voice cracking. “Did Luca really take me? Does Matteo know what he’s talking about? Rafael—look at me! Please!”“I can’t look at you right now,” he growled, shoving his shoulder harder into the wood. “I’m trying to keep him OUT.”From the widening crack at the door, Matteo let out a low, amused breath.“Rafael… let her ask. She deserves answers.”“Shut. Up.” Rafael slammed his full weight forward, but the door was losing its strength. “You don’t get to say what she deserves.”“Why not?” Matteo asked lazily. “I’ve waited years for this.”“Waited for WHAT?” I snapped back, my voice shaking between fear and fury. “

Mira’s P.O.V “Rafael… look at me. LOOK at me and tell me he didn’t do it.” I said it before I even realized the words had left my mouth. My voice cracked, thin, desperate. Alina whimpered against my chest, feeling the fear trembling through me. My arms tightened around her instinctively. Rafael didn’t move. He kept his shoulder pressed against the splintering door, breaths harsh, sweat sliding down his temple. But he would not look at me. “Rafael,” I whispered again, “please. Did Luca hurt my mother?” “I told you—this is not the time—” “THEN WHEN?!” I snapped. “WHEN, RAFAEL? When everything is destroyed? When Matteo already gets inside? When my entire life collapses? Tell me NOW!” Matteo chuckled from the opposite side of the cracking wood. “The truth doesn’t wait for the perfect moment, Mira.” “SHUT UP!” Rafael shouted. “I’m not talking to YOU!” I yelled at Matteo. “I want answers from someone who actually cared about me!” Matteo hummed softly. “Are you sure he did? Cared