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Billionairess By Survival Love without trust is nothing but a beautiful lie
SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW That night, everything I had believed came crashing down—and not in the way I thought it would. For days, I told myself Liam was the one who had betrayed me. That his silence, his absences, his secrets were proof enough. But staring at the pile of evidence spread out across Becca’s desk—bank transfers I didn’t know existed, fake medical test results, documents stamped and sealed with lies—I realized the truth was far crueler. I wasn’t the one who had been betrayed. I was the betrayer. Because I didn’t trust him. I let whispers, half-truths, and the poison of people who never wanted to see me happy cloud my mind. Liam had never faltered. I had. The realization left me cold. My chest hurt, but not from anger—from shame. My fingers curled into fists as I pushed the papers away. “He was telling the truth all along,” I whispered, voice cracking.
Billionairess By Survival Broken
SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW I smoothed down the hem of my navy suit dress, fixing the delicate silver pin at my collarbone as I glanced at my reflection. The “Women in Tech and Business Panel” banner gleamed above the hotel stage, reminding me of the weight of where I was—who I had become despite everything. This was my moment. To stand tall. To prove, to myself more than anyone else, that I was not broken, not the shadow of a woman who had once lost everything—her child, her husband, her peace. I inhaled slowly, pinning a smile on my face. The cameras had been everywhere, the women had been chatty, and the energy was thick with competition disguised as encouragement. Women supporting women—at least that’s what the flyers promised. But I knew the faces that lurked here. Sabrina. Tessa. Bianca. Those three weren’t here to support me. They were here to watch me trip. To remind me of every reason I should’v
Billionairess By Survival Ashes of us
LIAM'S POINT OF VIEW I sat in my office, staring at the glass of whiskey in my hand, the amber liquid glinting under the light as though it mocked me. I hadn’t taken a sip—I didn’t even want to. The scent alone churned my stomach, making me remember the night that ruined everything. I buried my face in my palms and exhaled shakily. God, what have I done? Sierra’s eyes replayed in my head like a cruel movie. The coldness in her gaze when she told me to leave, the way her lips curled as she spat the words, “It’s over. I don’t give a damn. Go to hell for all I care.” My chest clenched so hard I thought I’d choke on my own breath. I didn’t even remember what happened that night. I remembered the gala, the endless drinks, the suffocating noise of people congratulating me, talking about success, money, deals. Then… black. And the next morning—waking up be
Billionairess By Survival The last goodbye
SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW The silence in my office was thick enough to choke me. My laptop screen glowed faintly, the blinking cursor mocking me with its emptiness. Reports lay scattered across my desk, untouched. Numbers and words should have been my focus, but my mind wasn’t here. Not when the air still carried the scent of betrayal, not when the man who shattered me still haunted every shadow. And then, as if the universe wanted to spit in my face one more time, the door opened. Liam. He walked in like he owned the world. Tall, broad-shouldered, his tie slightly loosened as though he’d come straight from somewhere important—maybe even glamorous. His shoes clicked against the tiled floor, each step echoing like a countdown to my breaking point. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My chest tightened, heat crawled up my throat, but I forced my featu
Billionairess By Survival When History repeats
SIERRA’S POINT OF VIEW The knock came soft at first, almost hesitant. I didn’t look up immediately—I was too buried in the paperwork I’d been pretending to focus on for the last half hour. But when it came again, louder, firmer this time, I sighed and leaned back against the leather chair, my temples throbbing from stress. “Come in,” I muttered, not even bothering to lift my gaze. The door creaked open, and then a silence that made my skin prickle filled the room. Something in me shifted—an instinct. My chest tightened before I even dared to look up. And when I did… My heart slammed into my ribs. It was him. Liam. For a moment, I froze. My throat locked. My lungs forgot how to breathe. His presence alone felt like someone had dragged the sharpest blade across my chest, reopening every wound I had spent weeks stitching shut. The nerve. The audacity. The cruelty of him standing there, with that broken, guilty expression plastered across his perfect face. I shot to my fe
Billionairess By Survival Bird of the same feather
SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW I am a survivor. That’s what I keep telling myself every single morning I wake up, look into the mirror, and force my reflection to meet my gaze. My reflection doesn’t always believe me. Some days, the woman staring back at me looks tired, fractured, and weighed down by memories she has no business carrying anymore. But I am Sierra Morgan. I survived Logan Hart. I survived Liam Foster. And if life thinks it can throw more at me—I’ll survive that too.The funny thing about love is how it tricks you. It blinds you into believing someone’s lips when they whisper promises at night. I believed Logan when he said I was his forever. I believed Liam when he swore he wasn’t like Logan. Now, I know better. Now, I know there’s no difference between them.Logan Hart and Liam Foster.Two men with different faces, different smiles, different lies—yet the same betrayal written into their DNA. Birds of the same damn feather.
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