Semua Bab Billionairess By Survival : Bab 21 - Bab 30

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW The sunlight hit my face before my alarm did.I blinked slowly, not ready to move or even think too hard. I just laid there, letting the golden light spill into my room and stretched across the sheets like it had no care in the world. For a moment, I didn’t either. I didn’t want to stress. Didn’t want to worry. Not about work. Not about this growing life inside me. Not about Liam Foster.But of course, I remembered.I was going for an event tonight. One of those big ones where women in power dressed to kill and the world watched in admiration or envy. The type where everyone’s perfume fought for dominance and you couldn’t blink without someone snapping a photo.I rolled to my side and reached for my phone.Six digits later, my screen unlocked—and what greeted me was not the usual flood of emails or meeting reminders.It was a message.From Liam.> “Good morning, Seirra. I hope you slept okay. I was thinking... if it’s not too much, maybe we could go to the even

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW Okay so, let’s backtrack a bit.Liam Foster, being the walking sweetheart that he is, decided to drop me off after the event. And by “decided,” I mean he literally made it feel like the most natural, most respectful thing ever. No pressure. No funny moves. Just vibes and dim car lights.He didn’t even ask questions about Logan or Tessa or my not-so-fairy-tale past. And believe me, I wasn’t about to give him that tragic monologue either. Nope. Some things are still filed under not now, not yet, maybe never.The car ride was calm. That kind of silence that’s not awkward but comforting. And just when I thought he’d say a regular goodnight like a normal person, Liam turned his head to me, that stupid soft smile on his face and said—“I really enjoyed tonight.”I blinked. “Really? You enjoyed standing next to me while everyone misread the situation?”He chuckled. “Yes. I enjoyed the quality time. Just us. No titles.”Just us.I had to smile. “Wow. You must really be

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEWLiam came right on time. Like, right on the damn dot. No knocking, no unnecessary honking—just a text: “I’m outside.” I don’t know what it is about punctual men, but God knew what He was doing when He created that trait.I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I wasn’t doing too much, but I also wasn’t doing less. Body-hugging black dress, square neckline, gold accessories and that soft makeup beat that screams rich but unbothered. Hair was up in a sleek bun, giving “I have my life together” energy, even if I still had unread emails sitting on my laptop.I grabbed my clutch and walked out. The car? Gorgeous. Deep charcoal with that matte finish and soft cream interior that felt like it belonged in a movie. Liam stepped out and opened the door for me like a gentleman—which, let’s be honest, I appreciated but I wasn’t about to start swooning over.“Hey,” he said with a soft smile. His cologne hit me before his voice did. Clean. Warm. Not too spicy. Expensi

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW I sat stiff in the backseat, fingers fidgeting on my lap like I was some nervous schoolgirl. But why? I kept telling myself it wasn’t because Logan’s car was right behind us, inches from Liam’s. No, that couldn’t be it. I tried to steady my breath, but my heart kept beating like it wanted out. It was ridiculous, honestly. I didn’t even want Liam to know the real reason.Liam glanced at me from the corner of his eye, that calm, easy look he always wore. “Hey, you alright?” His voice was soft, like he could tell something was off even though I wasn’t giving anything away.I forced a smile. “I’m fine. Just tired, I guess.”He wasn’t buying it. “You don’t look fine. Why’re you so nervous all of a sudden?”I shifted, trying to hide the tightness in my chest. “I’m not nervous. Stop it.”Liam chuckled, but it wasn’t mocking. “Seirra, come on. You’re not fooling me. Is something bothering you?”I swallowed hard, staring out the window like the trees passing by held som

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW The door slammed shut behind me like a thunderclap.I didn’t care that I was dripping all over the floor, or that my heels were soaked, or that my mascara had probably made a mess of my entire face. I dumped my purse on the bed like it had offended me, dragging in deep, shaky breaths as if that would help ease the heat under my skin.Becca appeared in the hallway, eyes wide. “Whoa. What the hell happened to you?”I didn’t answer. I just peeled off my coat and tossed it to the floor.“Sierra,” she said again, stepping into my room, arms crossed. “You look like a storm chewed you up and spat you out. What happened?”I blinked hard. Once. Twice. And then it just slipped out. “The date was ruined.”Her brows furrowed. “Wait. Ruined? By who?”“Logan,” I spat the name like poison. “Of course it was Logan.”Becca's face fell. “Oh no... what did he do?”I sat on the edge of my bed, the rain from my dress soaking into the duvet, but I didn’t care. “He showed up. Out of