All Chapters of Billionairess By Survival : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

LIAM'S POINT OF VIEW I left the hospital for a while because I couldn’t just sit there, watching Seirra drift in and out of tears. She needed strength, comfort… but more than anything, she needed someone to remember she still had to live. And if that person had to be me, then I would do it—no matter how much it broke me inside. I went home and forced myself into the kitchen. Every movement felt heavy. I made a small meal—something light, something warm she could actually eat. I kept thinking about her face, pale against the hospital pillow, her eyes swollen from crying. The thought of her breaking down again nearly tore me apart. When I got back, I walked into the room quietly. She was curled up, her arms crossed tightly around herself as though she was trying to hold the pieces of her world together. “Hey,” I whispered, setting the bag down on the small table beside her bed. Her head lifted, and despite everything, her lips trembled into the faintest smile when she saw me

LIAM'S POINT OF VIEW I hated the thought of leaving. Every time I pulled on my jacket, fixed my tie, or checked my cufflinks, my mind wasn’t on the business gala—it was on Seirra. On her pale face, the way she looked so small and fragile curled up in bed, clutching the edge of the blanket like it could replace what she had lost. And then my sister, too. She’d been holding the pieces together for both of them, but I knew how much she was carrying. Walking away from that room tonight felt like abandoning them, even if it was only for a few hours. But this event wasn’t one I could slip out of. The gala wasn’t just some gathering—it was a high-profile award ceremony, a place where my family’s business ties would be displayed, evaluated, whispered about. My foster father had drilled it into me since I was old enough to stand in front of a mirror wearing a suit: Your presence speaks louder than your words, Liam. People read your absence before they hear your silence. Still, as I got i

SEIRRAS'S POINT OF VIEW The sharp, sterile tang of antiseptic hung heavy in the air, and I swore I could almost taste it on my tongue. God, I hated that smell. Ever since I was little, hospitals made my skin crawl — the white walls, the too-bright lights, the quiet hum of machines that seemed to whisper a hundred stories of suffering.I shifted against the stiff mattress, tugging at the sheet that clung to me like it was determined to remind me I was still here. Still in this place. Still trapped. My body might have needed the rest, but my spirit… my spirit was clawing at the walls, desperate to be free.“You look better today,” Mom’s voice broke through the silence.I turned my head to see her perched gracefully on the visitor’s chair, her bag resting at her feet, her eyes warm but tired. She was always here, always putting up a brave front. My chest tightened with guilt.“I’m leaving tomorrow,” she added gently, brushing invisible dust off her skirt. “You’ll be fine without me. You

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW Morning light filtered through my curtains, but it didn’t feel like morning. It felt like a nightmare pressing down on my chest. I hadn’t slept properly — tossing, turning, replaying every single word, every single doubt that had eaten me alive last night.When my phone buzzed on the nightstand, I almost ignored it. My hands trembled as I reached out, and the glow of the screen lit up my swollen face.Headlines. Everywhere.“CEO Liam Foster Caught With Ex-Model Tessa Black!”I froze. My breath hitched, my throat closed up, and for a second it felt like the walls caved in on me. Pictures. Grainy ones, some too clear for comfort. Liam walking out of a hotel. Tessa smiling smugly beside him, her hair messy like she wanted people to assume what had happened.My stomach churned violently. My lips parted, but no sound came out. Then suddenly, it tore out of me — a scream, ragged and broken.“NO!”The phone slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a sharp crack.

LOGAN'S POINT OF VIEW The music was loud, the glasses clinked, and the stench of champagne filled the room, but it was the sound of victory that really hummed in my veins. I leaned back into the leather couch, letting the burn of the drink settle in my throat as I looked around at the faces of the people who helped me pull this off. Sierra. My Sierra. Or should I say… my ex-wife. Ex. The word made bile rise in my throat. Everyone else thinks the divorce made her free, but they don’t know me. Divorce is just a piece of paper. She might have walked away legally, but in my world? She still belongs to me. She always will. Tessa leaned into me, her hand on my chest like she owned the spot. She smiled up at me, her glossy lips parting as she whispered something I didn’t care enough to register. Instead, I pulled her closer and kissed her, long and deep, because I knew everyone was watching. Because I knew word would find its way back to Sierra eventually. And because it proved a poin