All Chapters of Billionairess By Survival : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW It was supposed to be simple. Just ice cream. After everything that had happened—the sleepless nights, the breakdowns, the messy explanations, the rebuilding—I told myself it was fine to want something simple again. A cone in one hand, Liam’s hand in the other. A reminder that I wasn’t just Seirra Morgan, CEO of Morgan Enterprises, survivor of heartbreak and betrayal. I was still a woman who could laugh, taste strawberry swirl, and let someone hold me without feeling like I was about to shatter. The late afternoon sun was warm as we parked near the strip. I tucked my hair behind my ear, feeling oddly lighthearted, almost girlish. “Ice cream?” I teased, shooting Liam a look as we got out of the car. “That’s the date you plan for me?” He grinned, that lopsided grin that made his eyes crinkle. “You like simple, don’t lie. Besides, I’m not about to risk your wrath if I pick a five-star res

TESSA'S POINT OF VIEW I don’t know what it was about Logan today, but something snapped inside me. The way he acted in the mall, all casual, all collected, like the world revolved around him and whatever woman he decided to look at for two seconds—ugh. I couldn’t shake the irritation that coiled in my chest. As soon as we got home, I tossed my designer purse onto the white velvet couch and kicked off my stilettos like they were poison. “Logan,” I called out, voice sharp. “We need to talk.” He was at the bar, pouring himself a glass of scotch like always, pretending he didn’t hear the venom dripping from my tone. Typical Logan. Always playing it cool. I stalked across the room, my heels clicking against the marble floor even though I was barefoot now. I slammed my hand against the counter, making the glass wobble. “What’s your deal?” He raised a brow lazily, sipping his

LIAM'S POINT OF VIEW The next morning, I walked into the office, and it felt as though the entire atmosphere had shifted. Maybe it wasn’t the office that had changed—it was me. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel weighed down by numbers, strategies, or boardroom politics. I felt lighter, as if my chest wasn’t carrying the invisible boulder I had been dragging around for years. The automatic glass doors slid open, and I stepped into the lobby of Foster Enterprises, the company I had inherited, nurtured, and bled for. The air smelled of polished marble, cologne, and ambition—the scent of power. My employees, dressed in their sharp suits and dresses, moved around with the brisk efficiency of a company that thrived under pressure. “Good morning, Mr. Foster,” one of the receptionists greeted, her eyes lighting up in a way I didn’t notice before. Another staff member echoed, “Morning, sir.” I returned

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW When I got home that evening, exhaustion clung to me like a second skin. Work had drained me, meetings had stretched endlessly, and honestly, all I wanted was a hot shower and maybe a nap before thinking about anything else. But the second I opened the door, the scent of warm chocolate hit me. Cookies. Cakes. Sweet frosting. I blinked, actually wondering if I’d walked into the wrong house. But then I heard his voice. “Welcome home, Seirra.” There he was—Liam Foster—in my living room, standing smugly with a plate in his hand and flour still dusting his shirt like he’d wrestled with the dough itself. His smile was boyish, unguarded, and it made me melt right there by the door. “You… baked?” I tilted my head, trying to stifle the giggle bubbling in my throat. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, trying to sound serious, but his dimples betrayed him. “I wanted to

BIANCA'S POINT OF VIEW I swear, some people online are just parasites. They feed on drama, spread lies like wildfire, and find joy in tearing someone down as though their own lives aren’t miserable enough already.Today, it wasn’t even about me—it was about Sabrina. My best friend. My sister in everything but blood. She’s the one who’s always had my back when the entire world thought I was too much—too spoiled, too bold, too unapologetic. Sabrina stood by me then, so how dare they come after her now?I sat at the marble counter in my penthouse kitchen, scrolling through post after post on my phone, my blood pressure threatening to rocket through the ceiling. Hashtags were trending with her name, twisting the story of Tessa and Logan’s failed wedding into a circus, and somehow dragging Sabrina into the mud.“She didn’t even do anything,” I muttered under my breath, slamming the phone down on the counter so hard that my iced latte nearly