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When the walls collapse
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Billionairess By Survival Deep waters
SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW I sat in that cold, too-bright hospital corridor, my palms pressed together so hard they ached. My heart hadn’t slowed down since the moment my mum’s knees buckled in my living room. It was all white walls, sharp antiseptic smells, and that low hum of voices that never stopped. Every tick of the wall clock felt like a hammer. Liam was a few feet away, pacing like he could wear a hole in the floor. I didn’t even need to ask if he’d gotten bad news. I could see it in the way his shoulders slumped forward and his jaw clenched. The doctor came out — tall, tired-looking, his eyes scanning a clipboard like he’d rather be anywhere else. “Miss Morgan,” he started, his voice steady, clinical. “Your mother… we’ve run tests. There’s significant damage to both her kidney and liver function. We’re keeping her stable for now, but it’s not a condition that can be ignored much longer.” My mouth went dry. “Damage?” I managed to ask, my voice thin. He nodded. “This isn’t s
Billionairess By Survival When the walls collapse
SEIRRAS'S POINT OF VIEW I froze the second I heard her voice. “What exactly do you think you’re doing in here, Seirra?” I turned slowly. My mum was standing in the doorway, arms crossed, those perfect manicured nails tapping against her arm. Her tone was calm, but her eyes — sharp, piercing — were anything but. “I—” I started, then stopped. There was no quick excuse that would make sense. She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. “You’re rummaging through my things?” I swallowed hard. “I wasn’t rummaging. I was… looking for—” “Oh, don’t even try it,” she cut in, her voice rising. “You’ve been living in my house and you think that gives you the right to snoop? You’re not a child anymore, Seirra.” Something in me snapped. “Yeah? Well, neither are you — and yet you’re hiding things from me.” Her eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?” I took a step toward her, my voice trembling more from anger than fear. “You came at me the other day for not telling you things.
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
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