The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption (Noah and Sierra) novel Chapter 137

SIERRA

The room feels different when it’s quiet.

Mom and Aunt Harper finally let the nurses convince them to get some rest. Lilly lingered the longest, fussing over my blanket, adjusting my pillow, and reminding me to call if I needed anything. She only left when I promised I’d try to sleep.

Now it’s just me, the hum of the machines, and the soft glow of the monitor that casts shifting shadows across the wall.

For a long while, I just lie there, staring at the ceiling. I can still hear the faint echo of the doctor’s words in my head.

It’s strange how calm he sounded saying it. How easily he said "stopped," like it was just a pause, not an ending. But I remember how it felt. Not the physical part… more the absence of it. Like slipping beneath water and realizing, too late, that you can’t make it back up.

A shiver runs through me and I pull the blanket higher.

I almost died. And if it weren’t for those doctors and nurses, my baby and I would be gone.

My hand instinctively moves to my belly. Of course, my stomach is still flat, but that doesn’t stop me from imagining a small bump beneath the hospital gown, a quiet reminder that I’m not just living for me anymore.

“Hey, little one,” I whisper softly, my voice cracking.

I still cling to the dream I had… well, it turned out to be more like a nightmare in the end, but I still remember his face and how he looked like the perfect mix of me and Noah.

Tears fill my eyes again, but this time they’re not from fear. They’re from gratitude, because we are still here when someone clearly didn’t want us to be.

I close my eyes and exhale slowly, listening to the rhythmic beeping beside me. Each one feels like a ticking time bomb because beneath that relief, something else starts to rise… Fear.

Someone wanted me dead. Not scared. Not threatened. Dead. And if they could get that close once, they could try again.

The woman’s face flashes in my mind. That cold, professional calm. The way she moved, like she knew exactly what she was doing, still sends chills down my spine.

I grip the blanket tighter, my pulse beginning to race. I can’t let this happen again. I won’t let this happen again because next time I might not be as lucky.

Maybe Noah was right to keep so many guards around, But I can’t depend on everyone else to save me. I need to take care of myself. I need to figure out how to protect myself and the baby.

Maybe the first step is letting go of everything that leaves me vulnerable.

The thought of work flashes through my mind. After everything that’s happened, it suddenly feels so small compared to what’s at stake.

Maybe I need to stop. At least for now.

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