Billionairess By Survival
My body hurt—badly.
The bruises from Logan’s fists were fresh, my ankle throbbed from where he kicked me, and one of my eyes was nearly swollen shut. But I still limped down the hallway with a cold pack in hand, desperate for something… maybe comfort, maybe just his attention. I didn’t know.
Then I heard it—low groans, heavy breathing, the unmistakable sound of skin against skin.
Sweaty. Lustful. Raw.
I opened the door and my heart shattered.
There he was—Logan Hart. My husband. The man I loved more than myself.
And with him? Tessa Black—his girlfriend, his mistress, the perfect model everyone adored. They were tangled in the sheets, bodies slick, eyes wild, too lost in each other to even care that I stood there.
I couldn’t breathe. I screamed.
And Logan… he didn’t even flinch. He didn’t apologize. Didn’t care.
“Get out,” he said coldly. “I’m in the middle of something.”
That was it. That was the moment I broke.
I ran. Limping, shaking, crying—I ran and didn’t look back.
What I didn’t know was… that heartbreak would be the beginning of everything.
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Chapter: The rise I created LOGAN'S POINT OF VIEWI was going crazy.No… scratch that.I was already mad.I sat there, stiff in my chair, hands balled into fists as I stared at the massive screen in front of me. My assistant had just walked out, her heels clicking too loudly for my liking, and the door clicked shut behind her. Silence. That heavy kind of silence that presses against your ears and pounds through your chest.There it was. Her name.Sierra Morgan.Fifth on the list of Top Ten Female Billionaires in America.FIFTH.I let out a bitter laugh—low, sharp, venomous. There was no way. There was absolutely no damn way the same Sierra I left, the same girl I crushed and dumped in the dirt like she was trash… was now being celebrated. Glorified. Praised like some queen.Who did she think she was?My blood boiled as I scrolled through the article.“From nothing to a digital empire. Sierra Morgan’s web and tech innovations continue to break boundaries…”“Where the hell is the full dossier on Sierra Morgan?!” I
Last Updated: 2025-07-17
Chapter: Precision and Power SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEWTwo years.It felt like a blink, but at the same time, it felt like a lifetime ago. That scared, broken, unsure version of me? I don’t even recognize her anymore.A recommendation turned into a contract, and that contract turned into five. Soon enough, companies were emailing me, begging me to design their websites. I was no longer just "Sierra Morgan." I was Sierra Morgan, the girl whose name was now on Forbes’ list of top ten youngest female billionaires in America.Who was I kidding?I wasn’t just rich. I was powerful. I was respected. I was living the exact life I once thought I could never have.The office was filled with quiet clacks of designer heels and faint clicks of keyboards. I sat in my personal workspace—clean, minimalistic, but screaming wealth. A Prada bag sat effortlessly on my marble desk. My laptop glowed beside it. Everything in here was tailored, intentional, and dripping with taste.I took a sip from my latte and leaned back in my chair, wa
Last Updated: 2025-07-17
Chapter: Rising up: Seirras's new dawnSEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEWIt’d been weeks since I signed that contract, and honestly? I’d poured everything into it.Late nights. Cold coffee. Headphones in, back bent over my laptop, fingers clicking and dragging until my eyes blurred. I wasn’t just designing pages—I was rebuilding myself, one graphic, one code, one layout at a time. This wasn’t just for their brand. This was for me. My name was going on this, and for the first time in forever, I wanted something with my name on it to matter.I worked from the corner of the apartment, my desk filled with sticky notes, sketches, ideas. Sometimes I lost track of time. Sometimes I forgot to eat. But I didn’t care. I was in a zone. A good one.Then one evening, while I was fixing a layout on the homepage, I heard Becca in the kitchen clanging pots.I looked up. She was making dinner.I smiled quietly.She peeked her head in and raised her brows. “Still working on your project?”“Yeah,” I said, stretching my arms. “Almost done with the homep
Last Updated: 2025-07-16
Chapter: A Morgan that didn't end with Hart SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEWThe air felt different today.Maybe it was just me overthinking again, or maybe it was the fact that—for the first time in forever—I had somewhere to go. Somewhere official. Somewhere that didn’t involve pain, or Becca’s couch, or sitting behind a screen like a ghost no one remembered.I stood in front of the mirror for a long time. Too long. Maybe too longBecca had laid out an outfit for me like the sweetheart she is—a clean white blouse tucked into a navy-blue pencil skirt. It hugged my waist and flared out a little past my knees. Classy. Modest. Confident. She even handed me a pair of black kitten heels and said, “These are your power shoes today.”I didn’t say much. Just nodded. My hands were still shaking while I tied my hair into a simple low bun. I added some gloss, mascara, nothing too dramatic—just enough to look like someone who had her life together. Even if, deep down, I still felt broken.Becca hovered like a mom sending her kid off to their first
Last Updated: 2025-07-16
Chapter: An opportunity cost at handSEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEWThe onions sizzled in the pan, and I blinked back with the sting on my eyes.“Damn onions,” I muttered.Becca laughed from beside me, “Blame the onions, not the trauma, huh?”I cracked a tired smile. “Both sting.”She nudged me with her elbow. “You’re doing better though. It’s been a week, Sie. A full week.”“I know.” I stirred the sauce slowly. "Feels like a blur… but I’m breathing again. Even if it still hurts.”Becca grabbed the salt. “You watched that film I told you about?”I nodded. “Yeah. Made me cry like a baby. But it made me feel seen too. Like… maybe I’m not insane.”“You’re not. You’re healing,” she said softly. “One day at a time.”“Some days I feel strong,” I whispered, “Other days I still wait for the sound of his car.”Becca was quiet for a second. “You’re allowed to feel both.”The silence lingered, comfortable.Then she grinned. “But seriously… this pasta better be as dramatic as your love life.”I laughed, full and real for the first time in d
Last Updated: 2025-07-08
Chapter: Freedom hurts too SEIRRA’S POINT OF VIEWIt started with a knock.A slow, deliberate knock.I froze.Sitting on Rebecca's couch, curled in her blanket, a bowl of cold mac and cheese in my lap. Not even hungry—just filling the silence.Then it came again.Three sharp pounds. Thunder on wood.My heart rammed my chest.No. Please no.Was it him?Becca said I was safe here. She swore.But what if Logan found me?I crept to the window, pulled the blinds with shaking fingers—and there it was.A Silver Audi.His Silver Audi.And in front of it… two men in black suits. One holding a briefcase.My stomach twisted.My legs moved before I could stop them, carrying me to the door. I didn’t want to open it. But not knowing felt worse.I opened it.And there he was.Logan Hart.Looking flawless.Like he hadn’t shattered me into a thousand pieces just nights ago.Same slicked-back hair. Same cold, dead eyes. Same twisted smirk.“Logan…” I whispered. “Please. Don’t make me go back. I—I can’t.”He chuckled. A low, crue
Last Updated: 2025-07-08
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