Semua Bab Billionairess By Survival : Bab 31 - Bab 40

LIAM'S POINT OF VIEW She wouldn’t stop texting me.Then she called. Again.And like an idiot, I picked up.“Liam, please…” Bianca’s voice was soft, coated with that familiar desperation. “Can we just talk? Just a minute. Please.”I should’ve said no. I should’ve hung up. But I didn’t.Now here I am, leaning against the hood of my car while she paces in front of me, her red heels clicking too loud for my patience.“I just don’t understand,” she says, eyes glassy. “You said we’d figure it out. That you just needed space.”“Bianca…” I exhale. “That was a year ago. We’ve been done.”“But we weren’t broken. You just got cold. Distant. You never even gave me a reason—”“Because I didn’t have one back then,” I cut her off. “I just knew it was over.”She flinches like I slapped her.“But now… now it’s because of her, isn’t it?”I don’t answer.She scoffs. “It’s that little savior act again, isn’t it? Sierra this, Sierra that. She needed you, and boom—you’re her knight in shining armor. I bet

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW God, today had been too long.My heels were in my hand, my tote bag hanging from one shoulder, and my other hand rubbing the back of my neck like it could somehow massage away the emotional exhaustion. The meeting at the office dragged, the traffic was hell, and to top it all off, Rolland freaking Gobblieb showed up at my office door like we were long-lost friends. Talking about “Let’s collaborate, Seirra. You and me could create magic.”Amusing.Absolutely amusing.I told him I’d think about it, smiled through gritted teeth, and prayed he’d leave before I lost the little energy I had left. Now here I was, dragging myself up the stairs to my apartment, craving silence, a hot shower, and the fluffy white robe that never judged me.But peace? No. Peace wasn’t on today’s schedule.Because the second I opened my front door, the air shifted. Something was off.And then I saw her.Bianca. Brown. Sitting like she owned the place on my luxurious velvet chair—my chair—l

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW The light in the room was too bright. My head was pounding, like someone had stuffed it with static and regret. My throat was dry. My limbs were sore. My stomach—The baby.I jolted upright, gasping, eyes darting around the unfamiliar room. It smelled like antiseptic and stale air—hospital. I was in a hospital.And then I saw him.Leaning against the white tiled wall, arms crossed, his lips curled into that irritatingly familiar smirk.Logan.Logan Hart.“What the hell…?”“Easy now,” he said, moving closer. “Don’t want you passing out again.”I blinked hard, trying to focus, trying to get my brain to understand what was happening. “What… what are you doing here?”He raised his brows like I just asked the stupidest question in the world. “C’mon, sweetheart. You fainted. I heard about it, and I rushed over.”My voice was barely a whisper. “You… rushed over?”He nodded, slipping his hands into the pockets of his designer coat like this was some casual visit. “Liam

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW I leaned back in my chair, eyes drifting to the ceiling as the soft click of the clock pulled me back to the present. Another day, another morning meeting. But today wasn’t just about emails and marketing campaigns.Today… I was going to Liam’s office.The last time I was there, I was trembling. My hands couldn’t stop shaking, and my stomach twisted in knots—not just because of the pregnancy, but because I had no idea how to even begin the conversation. A one-night stand turning into this? A baby? A connection that now stretched deeper than I’d ever expected?But now, everything had changed. Not magically. Not easily. But I was no longer that scared girl with a test result and no plan. I was stronger. Still tired. Still processing. But stronger.I looked down at the small curve in my belly and smiled faintly.This baby… it wasn’t a mistake. It was a blessing. A quiet reminder that life doesn’t always ask for permission—it just happens. Whether or not Liam was r

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW I didn’t expect to break down. Not like that. Not into Logan’s arms.One minute we were fighting, throwing words like blades, and the next I was sinking into his hug, tears slipping down my face without warning. His arms wrapped around me like he still knew how I needed to be held—like nothing had changed. Like everything had."I love you, Seirra," Logan whispered, voice raw, steady.I opened my mouth to reply, to say something—anything—but then...The door opened."Wow," Liam's voice cut in like a blade to my spine.I froze. My heart dropped."So this is what it is now?" Liam asked, walking in slowly, his eyes dark with disbelief. "You hug him while I come in thinking we were finally getting somewhere?""Liam, it’s not what it looks like—""Please don't insult my intelligence, Seirra. I walked in. I saw it."Logan let go of me, stepping aside, arms crossed. "Calm down, Foster.""Don’t talk to me like that," Liam snapped. "This isn’t your space. Not anymore.""