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Billionairess By Survival Silent Bruises
SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW Liam’s breathing was slow and steady against my thigh, his head heavy but warm. My fingers absentmindedly combed through his hair as the living room seemed too quiet, almost suffocating. I kept staring at the far wall, but my mind wasn’t here. It kept replaying my conversation with my mother like a broken reel. I’d promised myself I wouldn’t cry over it — that was old Seirra, the one who bled out her feelings in public and regretted it later. But the sting of her words was still lodged deep in my chest. I could almost still hear her voice. FLASHBACK “Why didn’t you tell me?” she said, standing by my bedroom window, her arms crossed like a judge waiting for my guilty plea. I leaned on the edge of the bed, trying to stay calm. “Tell you what, exactly?” “That you divorced Logan. That you’re pregnant. That your life has changed so drastically and your own mother had to hear it from a stranger.” Her eyes were glossy, but her tone was sharp enough to slice skin
Billionairess By Survival Dressed For War
LIAM'S POINT OF VIEW The quiet was rare, and I intended to milk every second of it. The sunlight spilling through the tall windows warmed the polished marble floor, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee drifted in from the kitchen. I sat on the couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, scrolling through a news app—not the kind that thrived on celebrity gossip, but something neutral. I didn’t want to spoil the mood before the day even started.Upstairs, I could hear the faint sound of running water. Seirra was in the shower, probably humming to herself. I’d learned that about her—when she was relaxed, she hummed without even realizing it. It was the little domestic details like that that made this whole “offline” idea worth it.Today was our last day off-grid. Tomorrow, the wolves would be waiting—press, fans, exes, and every last toxic person with a Wi-Fi connection. I wasn’t looking forward to it, but I’d rather we face it together than have her face it alone.Footsteps on th
Billionairess By Survival Perfectly Offline: Mornings like this
I didn’t think mornings could feel this… warm. Not the sun kind of warm, but the “I’m exactly where I want to be” kind of warm. Liam was still lying beside me, one arm wrapped lazily around my waist, his hand splayed over my stomach like he was staking his claim on both me and our child.It was ridiculous how much I’d gotten used to waking up with him here. Just a few days ago, it felt like my life was an endless carousel of breaking news headlines, flashing camera lights, and toxic exes who thought drama was an Olympic sport. Now? The only noise in my world was Liam’s slow, steady breathing and the faint hum of the heater.And as much as my fingers itched to reach for my phone, to scroll through my feeds and see who was still talking about me, I remembered exactly why I wanted to go offline in the first place. I needed this—needed him—more than I needed to know what kind of shade Bianca was throwing or how Sabrina’s wedding arrangements were clogging my news mentions.I leaned over a
Billionairess By Survival Going offline...
SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW Morning sunlight filtered in through the sheer curtains, spilling soft gold across the room. I blinked awake slowly, savoring the warmth beside me before I even dared to turn my head.Liam was still here.My lips curved, relief washing over me like warm water. He hadn’t left in the middle of the night, hadn’t gone running back to his impossibly busy world or the endless demands that came with being Liam Foster. No, his arm was still wrapped around me, his breathing deep and steady, his face relaxed in a way I rarely saw.I reached out and lightly traced the edge of his jaw with my fingertip, just because I could.My phone buzzed softly on the nightstand.For a second, my chest tightened — the reflex of someone bracing for chaos. But when I picked it up, I realized it wasn’t the swarm of drama I had grown used to waking up to. No hundreds of notifications. No angry texts. No shade-filled posts tagged with my name.The only flood?Business emails — updates from m
Billionairess By Survival A feeling to hold unto
SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW It wasn’t Tessa at the door this time.It was Liam.The moment I saw him standing there—messy hair, jacket half-buttoned, his usual effortless billionaire chaos—my chest loosened. I didn’t even realize I’d been holding my breath. Before I could say a word, his arms were around me, pulling me in, like he could shield me from every bit of madness tonight had thrown my way.“Baby, are you okay?” His voice was low but urgent, his lips brushing the side of my temple. “Becca texted me—said Tessa came here. Did she hurt you?”I shook my head, but I didn’t trust my voice. Everything was too loud in my mind—the shouting, the accusations, my mother’s presence like a storm waiting to burst.He stepped back only enough to crouch, his palm flattening over my small bump. His lips pressed against my tummy, and for a second, the world blurred away. “Hey, little one,” he whispered against my skin. “Daddy’s here. You don’t have to listen to all this noise.”I swallowed hard, my
Billionairess By Survival Silk, Diamonds and Fury
SEIRRA’S POINT OF VIEW The knock on my door was sharp, like whoever was outside wanted to break the hinges off.I wasn’t expecting anyone, but the moment I swung it open, my stomach dropped.Ivana Irish. My mother.Now, here’s the thing—you’d think I’d be happy to see her, right? Wrong. My mum wasn’t the “drop by with cookies and hugs” kind of mother. No. She was the “drop by in designer heels, with a glare sharp enough to slice you open” type. A classy lady from Chicago who looked like she belonged in a Vogue spread, sipping champagne on a yacht. And she had perfected the art of making you feel like a disappointment in under thirty seconds.“Seirra Morgan.” She said my name like it was a curse. “So you divorced Logan… and never told me? I had to hear it on the news?”I froze, my mouth opening and closing like a goldfish that had just been yanked out of water.“Mum, it’s—”“Oh, don’t ‘Mum’ me, young lady. And now I hear you’re pregnant?” She raised her voice, stepping into my living
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