Semua Bab Billionairess By Survival : Bab 51 - Bab 60

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW Lights. Camera. Red blinking dot. “...And we are live.” I swallowed, tightening my grip on the champagne-toned armrest of the velvety couch. This studio was colder than expected, even though Sasha Grey's presence made it feel like a furnace. Not because she was warm—far from it—but because she burned holes in you with her questions. "With us today is the beautiful, fierce, and newly crowned number three on the list of top female billionaires in New York—Seirra Morgan," Sasha said smoothly, her lips curving like she already knew what buttons to press. I gave a small, professional smile. “Thank you, Sasha. It’s great to be here.” “Top three, huh?” she leaned in, her glossy brown eyes gleaming. “How does it feel to be standing shoulder to shoulder with names like Sabrina Blake and Gwen Rodriguez?” “It’s surreal. A lot of hard work, sleepless nights, and sacrifice… but I’m honored. Those women are powerhouses.” "And now, you're one of them," Sasha said, bef

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW It wasn’t Tessa at the door this time.It was Liam.The moment I saw him standing there—messy hair, jacket half-buttoned, his usual effortless billionaire chaos—my chest loosened. I didn’t even realize I’d been holding my breath. Before I could say a word, his arms were around me, pulling me in, like he could shield me from every bit of madness tonight had thrown my way.“Baby, are you okay?” His voice was low but urgent, his lips brushing the side of my temple. “Becca texted me—said Tessa came here. Did she hurt you?”I shook my head, but I didn’t trust my voice. Everything was too loud in my mind—the shouting, the accusations, my mother’s presence like a storm waiting to burst.He stepped back only enough to crouch, his palm flattening over my small bump. His lips pressed against my tummy, and for a second, the world blurred away. “Hey, little one,” he whispered against my skin. “Daddy’s here. You don’t have to listen to all this noise.”I swallowed hard, my

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

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

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