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Because I am Seirra Morgan

Author: Krysteewrites
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-01 09:18:40

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW

I was in my house. Alone.

The walls echoed with silence, and every breath I took felt heavier than the last. For days, I had been telling myself I needed a vacation—a sunny place, warm beaches, the sound of waves crashing against the shore. Somewhere far away from responsibilities, far away from the gnawing ache in my chest, far away from the memory of what I had lost. But vacations weren’t for people like me, not now. Not when I had a client waiting. Not when Morgan Enterprises was still breathing because I refused to let it collapse.

I am Sierra Morgan.

I repeated the words out loud to the empty living room, as though saying them enough times would stitch me back together, would remind me of who I was before all of this pain.

I am Sierra Morgan.

The CEO. The woman who turned a small idea into a thriving web-designing empire. The woman who had walked into boardrooms filled with men who underestimated her and left those same rooms with their respect—and their c
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