All Chapters of Pregnant By The Billionaire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Mira’s P.O.V The silence in the van was deafening. Luca sat beside me, jaw tight, fists clenched against his knees. Across from us, Manang Silva held onto the flash drive like it was the last weapon we had left. It might as well be. Gabriel was alive. But for how long? My chest felt like it was splintering with every second we wasted. The memory of his bloodied face, the broken look in his eyes as he sat chained to that chair, burned into my mind like fire. That video wasn’t just a warning. It was bait. And I was the fish they expected to bite. But I wasn’t coming unarmed. "They want you to trade yourself," Luca said finally, his voice low and raw. "You know that, right?" I nodded. "Then say something. Yell at me. Tell me I’m a bastard for letting it get this far. But don’t stay quiet, Mira. I can’t take it." I turned to him. My voice came out soft but firm. "We knew this would come. They were never going to let me walk away pregnant and defiant." His eyes droppe

Mira’s POV The silence in the study was deafening. My fingers trembled as I held the photograph my face staring right back at me, oblivious to the camera, while Caroline lingered in the blurred background like a ghost. A watcher. A predator. My stomach churned. "This was taken months ago," I whispered to myself. Before I even met Luca. Panic crawled up my spine like ice water. Why was I being watched back then? "Are you okay?" Eliza’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. She stepped closer, her eyes landing on the photograph in my hand. Her expression darkened. "She’s been stalking you. That’s not just curiosity. That’s obsession." "I don’t understand," I murmured. "Why me? Why would she care about me before I even knew Luca?" Eliza hesitated. "Because you were already involved... you just didn’t know it. Cassandra told me there were people watching her. That Caroline had contacts. And after Cassandra died, it got worse. I think Caroline thinks you're the reason." My chest ac

Mira’s P.O.V The echo of Cassandra’s last words was still ringing in my head. "Choose… between the woman he loves and the empire he’s built." I couldn’t unhear it. The nursery felt colder now, like some invisible hand had drawn the warmth out of the air. I wrapped my arms around myself, even though it did nothing to stop the shiver running down my spine. My baby kicked~small, fluttering movements~but even that miracle was shadowed by the thought of Caroline’s obsession. I didn’t know if I should cry, scream, or run. The door was still ajar from when Luca left. Downstairs, I could faintly hear the murmur of voices, too low to make out but sharp enough to mean trouble. My instincts screamed at me to move, to follow, but my mind kept dragging me back to the USB. Cassandra had known too much. And now I did too. I reached for the laptop again. The second file blinked at me, waiting. I hesitated~because every time I listened, I learned something that made me wish I hadn’t. But I cli

Mira’s P.O.V I didn’t sleep again after that. The image of Caroline standing in the dark outside the mansion kept replaying in my mind — her voice, her smile, the way her eyes lingered on my stomach. She wasn’t bluffing. She wasn’t threatening in the way ordinary people threaten. She was planning. And planning meant she already had the first move in play. By the time the first pale light of morning seeped through the windows, I’d moved from the bed to the couch in the living room, curled up under one of the soft throws. The apartment was quiet, the kind of silence that felt temporary, like the moment before a storm. I kept telling myself I was safe here. Luca said no one knew about this place. But Cassandra had warned me — Caroline didn’t come through the front door. She dismantled from the inside. The sound of footsteps broke the stillness. I turned to see Luca, shirt sleeves rolled up, his hair damp from a shower, looking far too composed for someone who’d nearly gone to war la

Mira’s P.O.V. The feather lay in the box like it had been placed there with care... almost reverence. It wasn’t just any feather. It was glossy, inky black, with a faint shimmer that caught the light when I moved. It felt wrong to even be near it. Luca didn’t touch it again after that first glance. He shut the lid slowly, as if closing it might keep whatever meaning it carried from seeping into the room. “What does it mean?” I asked, my voice low. His eyes stayed on the box. “It’s a marker.” “A marker for what?” He finally looked at me, and the answer in his gaze made the hairs on my arms rise. “Death.” Eliza swore under her breath. Marco and Theo exchanged a quick glance but said nothing. I gripped the edge of the table to steady myself. “Whose?” “That’s the problem,” Luca said. “It could be anyone’s. But she sent it here, to us… which means she wants me to think it’s yours.” The air seemed to grow heavier, pressing against my lungs. “This is her way of telling