All Chapters of Pregnant By The Billionaire: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Mira’s P.O.V The morning sun was soft, brushing the city skyline with gold and rose hues. I sat at the edge of our bedroom, the baby moving steadily inside me. Seven months had passed like a whirlwind, every kick and shift reminding me that life, fragile and fierce, was growing within me. But even as the warmth of the sunlight filtered in, a knot of unease lingered in my chest. Luca was already awake, his presence calm yet commanding, as he moved about the room preparing for the day. The way he adjusted his tie, folded his papers, and checked his phone made it clear that today would be anything but ordinary. The tension from the past few weeks still clung to him, but he masked it with practiced precision. “Morning,” I said, my voice soft. He looked up from the papers on the desk and gave me a small, tired smile. “Morning. Sleep well?” I nodded, though my mind was spinning with thoughts about last night, the unknown threats, and the ongoing investigation. “As well as I could.” He

Mira's P.O.V The days blurred into each other, and yet every moment felt sharp, heavy with meaning. The air inside the De Silva mansion was calmer now, but beneath that calm, I could still feel the storm. It wasn’t just about the secrets that remained unsaid...it was about what lay ahead, the decisions that would shape not only my life, but my child’s as well. Seven months pregnant. I would sometimes look at myself in the mirror and touch my rounded belly, whispering to the life growing inside me. “You’re almost here, little one,” I would murmur softly, my voice both trembling and strong. “And I promise, whatever happens, Mommy will keep you safe.” But then my gaze would lift and catch Luca’s reflection in the mirror...standing just behind me, his arms folded, his jaw tight, his eyes holding something I couldn’t name. Sometimes he looked at me like I was his entire world, and other times, like I was a puzzle he couldn’t solve. “Stop talking to the baby without me,” he teased o

Mira’s P.O.V The night air was heavy with tension, thicker than the humid August breeze that clung to my skin as I stepped out into the balcony of the De Silva mansion. From the distance, I could see the faint glow of the city lights...Manila alive with its endless noise and chaos...yet here, everything felt painfully quiet. Too quiet. I rubbed my hand over my swollen belly, nearly seven months now, and whispered softly, “Baby, please be strong for Mommy.” The baby kicked gently, and I couldn’t help but smile despite the gnawing anxiety inside me. It was moments like this that kept me grounded, reminding me why I had to fight, why I had to keep pushing even when fear threatened to drown me. Behind me, the glass door slid open, and Luca stepped out. His presence filled the space, commanding, protective, but tonight, there was a storm in his eyes. “You shouldn’t be standing too long,” he said, voice firm but low as he gently guided me to sit on the cushioned chair by the balcony.

Mira’s P.O.V The silence of the villa stretched around me, broken only by the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional rustle of leaves outside. It was past midnight, yet I couldn’t sleep. My body was tired...my back aching, my swollen feet begging for rest...but my mind was alive, restless, burning with thoughts I couldn’t silence. The baby shifted inside me, a small flutter that grew into a firm kick. I pressed my hand gently against my stomach, whispering softly, “I know, baby. I can’t sleep either.” The heaviness in my chest wasn’t just from pregnancy. It was from the storm of uncertainty brewing around us. Caroline Navarro’s shadow was everywhere, haunting each corner of my thoughts. She hadn’t made her move yet, but I knew she was watching, waiting, circling us like a predator ready to strike. And then there was the other matter...the missing person report, my parents, their silence after I confronted them. Each secret seemed to grow heavier as the days went by. T

Mira's P.O.V The night had already draped itself over the De Silva estate, the kind of silence that was too heavy to be comforting. The moonlight spilled through the tall glass windows, painting silver shadows across the marble floors. My hands trembled as I stood near the balcony of our room, staring at the city lights in the distance, as if they could offer me an answer I had been searching for all along. But tonight, I wasn’t thinking about the unanswered questions, or the shadows of Cassandra’s death that still haunted every corner of this mansion. Tonight, my heart was restless for an entirely different reason...Luca. The tension between us had been suffocating these past days. Words left unsaid, glances cut short, secrets lurking behind every silence. Yet in spite of it all, every part of me still longed for him. That longing was the very thing that scared me most. The door creaked softly, and I didn’t need to turn around to know it was him. His presence filled the room like