The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption (Noah and Sierra) novel Chapter 334

I slam the diary shut and hurl it across the room as my chest heaves, my breaths coming in uneven bursts.

“Sorry?” I rasp.

She was sorry? As if that fixes anything. As if that erases years of damage. As if that gives Sierra back everything we took from her.

A guttural sound rips from my throat as I bite down on my fist, trying to contain the storm tearing through me.

The pain is consuming, destroying my very heart and soul

It hurts so fucking much as the weight of everything crashes down on me all at once—every lie, every moment, every choice I made. Everything I destroyed. Everything I lost.

Reading that last part, I finally understand why Sierra looked at me the way she did. Why she couldn’t forgive me… Because sorry means nothing…. Not when the damage runs this deep. Not when you’ve shattered something beyond repair. Not when there’s barely anything left to save.

I lean back against the chair, eyes squeezed shut to hold back the tears threatening to fall.

My heart feels like it’s been taken apart with a sledgehammer, hit over and over again until there’s nothing left but shattered pieces.

No wonder Sierra said I’d never understand until I saw the full scope of what Chloe did, because this? What I just read? Goes beyond evil… I don’t even have a word for it.

The woman I loved was sweet and kind, but this woman? This woman is the embodiment of something dark and twisted. Something I never saw or maybe something I refused to see.

I push myself forward, elbows dropping onto the desk, trying to ground myself when the door suddenly bursts open.

My head snaps up, my expression hardening instantly as I come face-to-face with Brook.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I growl, the urge to wrap my hands around her throat and send her straight to her sister almost overwhelming.

“I—I…” she stammers. “You haven’t been picking my calls.”

“That’s because I don’t want to,” I snap. “Now get the fuck out of my house.”

“I’d rather burn in the depths of hell than ever marry you,” I say, my voice sharp, merciless. “Get it through your fucking head, I will never, in any world, want you.”

A broken sound leaves her, pain flashing across her face before it hardens into anger.

“It’s because of her, isn’t it?” she spits. “It’s because of Sierra that you won’t give me a chance!”

My hands slam against the desk as I shoot to my feet.

“That’s none of your fucking business,” I snap. “Now get out before I throw you out myself.”

She stares at me for a moment longer, hurt, anger, and betrayal swirling in her eyes, before turning and storming out.

The door slams shut behind her and just like that, everything goes quiet and I’m left with ghosts of the past, haunting and torturing me.

I sink back into the chair, my face falling into my hands, and the only question left in my mind is—How the hell am I supposed to fix this much damage?