All Chapters of Pregnant And Trapped By The Ruthless Billionaire : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

MIRAMason leaves the room without a word and I shrug, thinking he’s probably joking about the entire food situation.There’s absolutely no way he’d go through the hassle of getting food for me… especially chocolate, after I’d literally snapped at him the entire way to this resort.His absence gives me the chance to wander, but I soon realise that I cannot even enjoy the beauty of our suite because of dizzying hunger.I’m starving… in a way I’ve never been before. My throat is suddenly parched and I’ve developed a craving for a chocolate mixed with raspberry milkshake.Don’t ask me what kind of combination that is. I do not understand it myself.I settle on a sofa in the terrace and bury my face in my hands, trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with me. Moments later, I hear Mason yelling my name from the room.Wondering why the hell he’s yelling so loud, I quietly make my way to the room and stand behind him, failing to notice the stiffness and tension that practically rolls o

MIRANo one comes to my aid. In fact, everyone, including the hotel staff, seem to steer clear of Mason as he charges through the crowd like a wild animal on a mission.We finally arrive at our suite and he places me on the sofa, quite gently, I might add. Then he goes back to the hallway and I hear the low “ding” which indicates that he just locked the door.When he returns to the living room, I’m already pacing the large space, my blood boiling with rage.“What was that, Mason?” I spit. “What the hell were you thinking? That man was unconscious when we left. What if he’s badly hurt?”I watch as he stalks towards the wet bar and pours himself a glass of whiskey. He downs the shot in one toss and takes another… then another. At this point, my anger is gradually being replaced with apprehension.When he gives me his attention once more, his eyes are two dark, fiery pools.“He deserved it. He shouldn’t have touched my wife. He shouldn’t have called her a whore, either. Those are things

MIRAMason and I hurry through our bathroom niceties and five minutes later, we’re walking into the living room.“Wait for me here.” He says, motioning at a sofa. “I’ll handle them.”“No.” I retort as gently as I can. “I’m coming with you.”He lifts a brow.“There might be a possible threat out there, baby girl. Sit still while I handle it.”In response, I walk past him and gesture at the door.“Isn’t it great that I have you here in case of such threats?” I argue coyly. “Besides, haven’t you been taught never to argue with a pregnant woman?”His face is hard and unyielding for a second and I fear that he might force me to remain inside. To my surprise, his lips tilt in one of those sexy half smiles and he covers the distance between us with two long strides. Mason leans forward and places a soft kiss on my forehead.“I didn’t know stubbornness came with pregnancy as well. Fine, you can come. But you’ll stay behind me at all times. Understood?”I nod eagerly. I even salute and everyt

MIRAMy cheeks redden in embarrassment as I quickly look down at my bare feet. I raise my head slowly, already dreading the anger I’ll see in Mason’s eyes.However, when our gazes meet, all I see is worry and concern. He cups my heated cheeks with his palm and murmurs;“What happened, baby? Did you need something?”I’m about to reply when someone slams the table behind us and sneers.“What is this, Mason? Can’t your wife see that we’re in a meeting? How dare she interrupt us? And you’re just going to stand there and do absolutely nothing about it?”I whirl in the direction of the voice to find a stout, middle aged man glaring at us with fire in his eyes. Mason stiffens against me moments before he growls.“What did you just say to me?”The man tries to repeat himself but Damon places a hand on his arm and tries to force him back into his seat.“You do not want to get on his bad side, my friend. Especially when it comes to his wife.”The man looks from Damon to Mason and finally lowe

MASONWhile I’m still trying to deal with my shock, Scuderi’s hold on my neck tightens, blocking out any form of air from passing through my windpipe. My vision becomes increasingly blurry and my head starts to spin.“Get a hold of yourself!” My subconscious screams when I’m on the verge of passing out.At the last minute, I decide that I’m not gonna die like this. I promised Mira that I’ll come home. And I always keep my promises.Just when my uncle thinks he’s winning, I muster the last dregs of my energy and shoot up my free arm, striking him square on the jaw and dislodging him from my body immediately.“Fuck!” He snarls, falling to the side with a pained grunt. A greater part of me just wants to lie there and catch my breath, but deep down, I know that if I waste even a second here, I might not make it out alive.I quickly jump to my feet and pick up the nearest object I can use as a weapon — a baseball bat. When I turn to my uncle, he’s trying to crawl away like the coward he