Semua Bab Pregnant By The Billionaire: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Mira's P.O.V The night didn’t end with sleep. Not for me, at least. I lay awake long after Luca’s breathing had softened beside me. The room was too still, too quiet, and every shift of the curtains in the draft made me jolt like something...or someone...was about to step out of the shadows. Caroline’s words wouldn’t leave me. Everyone breaks, Mira. Even you. I wanted to laugh at how cliché it sounded, but it wasn’t funny. Not when her eyes had held that calm certainty, like she was already counting down the minutes until I snapped in half. And maybe that was the worst part. Because I wasn’t sure if she was wrong. I curled my hand against my belly, feeling the faint flutter that had become more frequent lately. Seven months. Almost there. A strange mix of wonder and terror washed over me every time the baby moved. Proof of life, proof of future. Proof of how much I stood to lose. Beside me, Luca stirred, his arm sliding closer, heavy and warm. His hand brushed my hip but didn’t

Mira's P.O.V The house felt different tonight. I don’t know if it was just me, or if the walls themselves had changed their weight, but there was something in the air that I couldn’t name. Not exactly fear, not exactly calm either. Something in between, like the moment before thunder splits the sky, when you’re not sure if it’s just your imagination or if the storm is already crawling closer. Luca was sitting at the far end of the couch when I walked into the living room. His tie was loose, jacket folded neatly beside him, his shirt sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms. He looked like he was carved out of exhaustion, but his eyes...those eyes still carried something sharp, something that kept him from ever really relaxing. He didn’t notice me at first. He was staring at his phone, jaw tense, like every word on the screen was cutting deeper into him. I almost didn’t say anything. Part of me wanted to let him stay in that private space, not intrude, because the truth is… sometimes

Mira’s P.O.V The house didn’t feel like a house anymore. It felt like a stage, like the walls themselves were waiting for a cue I couldn’t hear. My skin prickled with every breath of air, evcreak in the floorboards above us. Luca’s hand was still on my wrist, steady but tight, and the longer he held it the more I realized—it wasn’t just to ground me. It was to keep me from moving. From doing something reckless. From following the sound. I tried to steady my breathing, but it came out uneven anyway. “You think it’s her? Not just… someone else? Staff? Silva, maybe?” He didn’t even look at me when he answered. His jaw was locked, eyes darting toward the hall. “No. Caroline has a way of announcing herself without saying a word. That was her.” I hated how certain he sounded. And I hated even more that I believed him. My palms felt damp, so I rubbed them against my skirt, but it didn’t help. I wanted to tell him I was strong enough for this, but my throat burned. Seven months. I kept

Mira's P.O.V The moment I stepped into the hallway, it felt like the air turned heavier, denser somehow. My feet pressed against the wooden floorboards, and every creak sounded like a gunshot in the silence. I half expected the walls themselves to lean in, to trap me in the narrow corridor, but they only stared back in cold, shadowed silence. Luca’s figure was ahead of me, broad shoulders taut with unspoken rage, his stance coiled and ready to strike. He didn’t want me here—I knew that—but I couldn’t stay behind, not when Caroline’s laughter still lingered in the air like smoke. It wasn’t just a sound. It was a presence. A taunt. I touched the wall lightly with my fingers, grounding myself, trying to keep my balance when my legs shook with every step. Seven months. Seven months of carrying life inside me, and now I was carrying something else too—fear so sharp it felt physical, pressing at my ribs, twisting inside my lungs. Luca stopped suddenly. His hand shot up in a silent comm

Mira's P.O.V The house was quiet that night, too quiet for me to feel safe. Even the cicadas outside the windows seemed muted, their usual endless hum cut short. My chest felt heavy, like the silence itself was pressing down on me. I couldn’t stop thinking about everything Caroline had said earlier. Her words stuck to my skin like something I couldn’t wash off, whispering again and again in the corners of my mind. Luca was never yours… He’ll destroy you the way he destroyed her. I wanted to believe they were lies. I wanted to shut it all out. But the problem was, she always knew exactly what to say, where to press, and when to twist the knife. And the more she repeated Cassandra’s name, the harder it was to breathe. I sat on the edge of the bed, fingers tangled in the blanket, staring at the half-open door. Luca hadn’t come back yet. He had stormed out earlier, his jaw tight, his voice low when he told me he needed to