The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption (Noah and Sierra) novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155

Sierra

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I wake up feeling disoriented, like I’ve been dropped into someone else’s dream. The sheets smell different and it takes a few seconds before memory clicks back into place. I’m in Noah’s house.

For a moment, I just lie there, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, my mind wandering back to yesterday and everything that happened.

Of course I didn’t expect anything, but to hear Noah say that I shouldn’t expect him to give me anything else but his protection stung.

I kept my cool even as the words sliced through me. When he told me not to expect him to care for our child, it left me feeling hollow. I knew deep down, but there was always a part of that had hoped… but what he said? Just left this feeling like somehow my baby is lesser than the twins simply because Chloe isn’t the one carrying him.

I won’t lie and say it didn’t fucking hurt. It gutted me from the inside out, but what did I expect from Noah? He’s always hated me, so why would he love my baby?

I sigh. I no longer want to think about it, so I sit up and swing my legs off the bed and stretch, then head toward the bathroom, but a sudden knock on the door stops me mid–step.

I open it to find the same housekeeper from yesterday standing there, with eyes that give away nothing.

“Good morning, Miss Sierra,” she says. Her tone is polite, but there’s a certain restraint there, like she’s measuring every word. “Mr. Wood asked me to let you know when breakfast is ready. He also requested that I give you a tour of the house later since he wasn’t able to do it yesterday.”

Her mention of Noah’s name sends that familiar ache through my heart. I quickly push it away.

“Thank you,” I say. “Would it be alright if I took a shower first?”

“Of course.” She inclines her head slightly. “I’ll be waiting downstairs.”

I wanted to ask about the twins, but I knew they’re at school. There is no way they’d be home on a weekday.

When the door closes, I lean back against it and exhale. She’s not rude, exactly. Just distant. Like Noah. Maybe she also thinks I shouldn’t be here. Maybe she also believes no one can take Chloe’s place. Not that I want to. The last thing I want is to play second fiddle to a ghost.

Again, pushing those thoughts away, I head for the bathroom. The shower feels good. The water hot enough to ease the tension from my muscles. I stay there longer than I should, letting the steam wrap around me, letting myself forget, just for a minute, everything that’s happened. The accident. The hospital. Noah’s cold eyes last night when he said he’d never love the baby. 1

By the time I get out, I feel lighter, even if only on the surface. I towel my hair dry and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My sling makes me look fragile and I hate it.

When I check my small bag, I realize I barely have any clothes. Just one change that Lilly packed for me before I was discharged

I’m about to grab my phone and send a quick text to her when my phone buzzes on the nightstand. I grab it, and my heart softens at the name flashing on the screen.

I swipe to answer. “Hey, Mom.”

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Chapter 155

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“Sierra, sweetheart!” Her voice instantly fills the quiet room, warm and frantic all at once. “How are you doing, baby? You didn’t call me back last night. I was worried.”

“I’m okay, Mom,” I lie gently. “Just tired.”

“Well, I’m coming over today. I made your favorite stew. The one with the peas and potatoes.”

Bless her heart. For a moment I lit up, until I remembered that I’m not home.

Panic flares in my chest. “Wait, Mom, you can’t.”

“What do you mean, I can’t? Sierra, I’m your mother. Of course I can.”

I pace the room, gripping the phone tighter. “It’s just that someone broke into my house last night,” I say quickly, the lie tumbling out smoother than I expect. “I’m not staying there right now.”

Fuck! I hate lying to her, but absolutely no one can know that I’m staying with Noah. By his reaction yesterday, nothing has changed

There’s a sharp intake of breath. “What? Oh, my God. Are you alright? Why didn’t you call me? Who was it? Did you call the police?”

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