All Chapters of Billionairess By Survival : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

SEIRRAS'S POINT OF VIEW The corridor outside the hospital ward smelled faintly of antiseptic and coffee—an odd combination that had started to sink into my clothes. I’d been pacing for so long my knees ached, but the moment I spotted Liam coming down the hall, my steps faltered. His hair was messy, his shirt half untucked, and there was this raw exhaustion in his eyes that made my heart clench. He stopped a few feet away from me, hands buried in his pockets like he was scared of what to do with them. For a second, neither of us spoke. The hum of the fluorescent lights felt louder than usual. Then, he sighed. “Sierra…” I braced myself. “I’m sorry.” His voice cracked halfway through the words, but he didn’t look away. “I shouldn’t have said what I said earlier. I was tired and frustrated and—” “No.” I shook my head quickly, my voice catching. “You’re not the one who should be apologizing.” He blinked at me, his brows knitting together. “Sierra—” “I was selfish,” I cut in, forc

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW I stared at my reflection in the mirror, unsure if I recognized the woman staring back. My skin looked flawless, thanks to Becca’s magic hands, but my eyes… my eyes still carried the weight of sleepless nights, the hospital corridors, and the constant hum of fear I’d been living in.“You look like a goddess,” Becca said, stepping back to admire her work. She was already dressed, her wine-colored dress hugging her figure perfectly. “Trust me, Sierra, nobody’s gonna even breathe wrong around you tonight.”I snorted softly. “Except Bianca. And maybe Tessa.”“Bianca can eat air and choke on it,” Becca said, picking up the highlighter again and dusting my cheekbones. “And Tessa? She’s the least of your problems. That girl can barely keep her lipstick in place, let alone her morals.”I gave a small laugh but my chest felt tight. Liam wasn’t coming. He’d texted earlier that he was staying with Claire tonight, which made sense. She was still in a coma, and even though

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW Bianca’s heels clicked against the marble floor as she made her way toward our table, her champagne glass already in hand. I could feel Becca stiffen beside me, and Liam’s thumb rubbed slow, grounding circles on the back of my hand.“Well, well, well,” Bianca began, stopping just short of our table. “Sierra Morgan. You’ve been quiet tonight. That’s… unusual.”I didn’t answer. I’d learned that with Bianca, silence was often the sharpest weapon.But she just smirked, clearly not deterred. “I think this room could use a little… entertainment.” And before I could even process what she meant, she was sashaying toward the stage, the clink of her glass echoing through the chatter.“Oh, no,” Becca muttered.Bianca took the mic from the DJ like she’d been rehearsing for this moment her whole life. She turned toward Sabrina and Rolland, smiling sweetly.“I’d like to make a toast,” she said, her voice syrupy and loud enough for everyone to hear. “To my best friend, Sabrin

LIAM'S POINT OF VIEW I was pacing the length of the sterile corridor, my chest rising and falling like I’d just run ten marathons back-to-back. My heart felt as though someone had jammed it into a vice and was tightening it with every tick of the second hand. Every passing doctor, every nurse who strolled by without so much as looking in my direction, only made my blood boil hotter.“Where the hell is she?” I snapped, my voice echoing in the too-bright, too-quiet hallway.Becca touched my arm lightly, her voice calm but firm. “Liam, you need to chill.”“Chill?” I barked, my eyes snapping to hers. “Don’t you dare tell me to chill, Becca. Sierra is in there! My child is in there! And they’re not telling me anything—nothing!” My voice cracked on the last word, that raw edge of desperation I couldn’t hide anymore.Becca winced but didn’t back down. “Liam… the only thing we can do right now is pray.”“Pray?” I repeated, dragging a hand through my hair, nearly pulling it out. My mind could

LIAM'S POINT OF VIEW The words kept ringing in my head, shattering me over and over again. She lost the baby. I never thought five words could weigh this much, feel this heavy, pierce this deep. When Becca and I finally made our way into Sierra’s room, my legs felt like they weren’t mine anymore. Every step felt dragged, like I was walking through mud that wanted to pull me down and bury me there. She lay there—fragile, pale, but still alive—and that alone should’ve been enough to hold me together. But the way her eyes darted toward us, the way her lips trembled as she tried to form the question I was terrified of hearing, made my chest ache so badly I could barely breathe. Her voice was weak, but sharp enough to cut through me. “Where’s… my baby?” I froze. My throat tightened. Becca was beside me, and I felt her hand clutch mine before slipping away. She couldn’t even hold it together. She broke down first—soft, helpless sobs that filled the room. Sierra’s eyes widened at the