Semua Bab Billionairess By Survival : Bab 41 - Bab 50

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW I laid back on the couch, my hand resting on my belly. Everything hurt—my head, my chest, my brain. The drama, the emotions, the men. Gosh. I was exhausted.Becca came out of the kitchen with a tray of tea and placed it on the table like the angel she always was. She gave me that look before sitting beside me.“You good?” she asked softly.I let out a sigh. “Define good.”“Emotionally stable, not stressed, hydrated, sane?”I gave a weak laugh and shook my head. “Then no. Not even close.”She handed me a cup. “You look like you’ve been in a warzone.”“Because I have. In my head. Between Liam and Logan.”Becca’s eyes narrowed. “Let’s talk about it.”I didn’t want to. But I needed to.“I don’t know how to feel anymore,” I said. “One minute Logan is hugging me, saying all these words about marriage and change. And the next minute, Liam’s breaking things off because he’s tired of my confusion.”“Well,” Becca sipped her tea slowly, “you are confused.”“Gee, thanks.”

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW “Victory?” I whispered, eyes glued to the email from Silverline. “Finally, a damn win.”Becca was already bouncing on her toes. “Girl, you better throw on your best blazer and do a little dance! You just secured a meeting with Silverline. That’s big.”I reached for my phone, smiling for the first time in days. “I should call—”DING.My eyes dropped to the screen.New Headline: ‘Love Rekindled? Liam Foster & Bianca Brown Spotted Arm in Arm at Gala Night’My thumb hovered over the screen. I didn’t want to click it. But of course, I did.There it was.A picture of Liam—my Liam—grinning like some damn Prince Charming while Bianca Brown clung to his arm in a silk dress that looked like it cost more than my whole office floor.My heart slammed against my chest.Becca turned just in time to see my face fall. “What happened? What—”I shoved the screen toward her.“Oh no,” she whispered. “No, no, no…”My voice cracked. “He said… he said he needed time. He said I should

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW “You’re trending again,” the assistant mumbled from the hallway.I didn’t care.Until I picked up my phone. And saw it.#UnforgivingQueen#TessaSpeaks‘Seirra Morgan doesn’t forgive people. Not even when they beg.’What the—I clicked it.And then I heard my own damn voice.> “I don’t forgive you.”I froze. Jaw clenched. The room spun for a second.I listened again.Tessa’s breath. My words. Every goddamn syllable. She had recorded me. And released it. Publicly. Like some PR stunt to paint herself as the broken little angel who tried to apologize but got snubbed by big bad Seirra Morgan.The comments were on fire.> “She thinks she’s God or what?”“At least Tessa tried.”“Typical Seirra. Ice queen in designer heels.”“No wonder all her relationships crash.”“Poor Liam. Poor Logan. Honestly.”I dropped the phone and screamed into my hands.“Becca!” I yelled.Silence.Right. She wasn’t speaking to me.Because of Logan.God.Everything was a damn mess.And then, m

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW “I think I’m gonna go visit my mom,” I said quietly, staring out at the night like it owed me answers. “Maybe next week. I haven’t seen her in months. She’s been asking, and I’ve been dodging.”Liam looked over. “You think it’ll help?”“I don’t know. But it’s something. She always knows how to calm the storm.”He gave a slow nod. “Then go. Sometimes grounding yourself with family is what you need to remind you who you are.”I exhaled. “Yeah. I mean, I used to call her every other day. Now it’s like... I blinked and two months passed.”“She’ll still be there.”“She always is.”I leaned on the railing again, trying to catch my breath. It had been a long night of faking smiles, dodging glares, and carrying a baby while carrying my own chaos. I didn’t even know why I came to this damn gala anymore.And then—“Is that Becca?” Liam asked, nodding toward the main entrance.I turned.My heart sank.She was walking out of the building... with some guy. Tall, clean hairc

BIANCA'S POINT OF VIEW "She kissed him, Sabrina. She kissed Liam. And you know what?" I slammed my glass on the table, making Sabrina blink. "He just stood there and let her. Like he didn't even remember we had something!"Sabrina raised a perfectly arched brow, her red lips curled into something between amusement and pity. "You really think Liam Foster was ever yours, Becca?"I stood up, pacing. "Don't play therapist, Sabrina. Not now. Not when I'm literally two seconds away from tearing her hair out.""Oh honey, calm down. You and I both know Seirra Morgan's been on his mind since the first time he laid eyes on her." Sabrina swirled her wine like it held the answers to all our problems. "What did you expect? That he'd just forget her? That the pregnancy didn't mean anything?"I turned sharply. "I was there when she was crying over Logan. When she couldn’t even pick up herself. Now look at her, strutting around like she owns the city, kissing Liam like he’s hers.""Technically," Sab