Pregnant By The Billionaire
Mira’s P.O.V
“I want my child. And I want you to come with me.”
The words hung between us, cold and sharp.
I blinked, stunned, searching for something in his expression remorse, nerves, anything but found none. Luca De Silva stood in front of me like this was another corporate takeover. Calm. Strategic. Unshakable.
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I whispered, my throat tightening.
“You’re pregnant with my child,” he said, stepping closer. “You don’t think I deserve a say in that?”
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