SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW
I was already dressed.
The heels were clicking softly against the marble floor, and the silk of my wide-leg pants flowed with every step I took. My maids had already gotten everything ready—my bags were packed, everything labeled and zipped. From documents to heels to skincare—I wasn’t playing with this trip. Everything had to be perfect.
I took a deep breath and looked around.
My mansion was quiet, just the way I liked it. Elegant, dim, soft lighting on the staircase, a soft breeze through the hallway… Everything in here screamed peace. Power. Growth.
And I was proud.
I was so damn proud of myself.
From broken to billionaire… this version of me? She didn’t beg. She didn’t cry. She walked like she owned every room. Because she did.
I walked down and there she
