Chapter 3: The Perfect Heather

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• His Secret Heir, His Deepest Regret   Special Chapter 7: Sarah and Rui (1)

  SARAHI lit the last candle on the dining table and stepped back to look at everything one final time. The roast was done. The vegetables were warm. The wine opener was next to the fresh bottle of wine. And the soft music in the background made our apartment very romantic.We had moved here just this year, and Rui shouldered every cost even though I got promoted to Heath’s position. I never thought it would come to this, but here I was—living a very comfortable life.Everything felt perfect, except, nothing ever was. And in our four years of being together, it was impossible for everything to be smooth sailing.I look at my reflection in the mirror in the living room. I even wore the dress he liked—the navy blue one with the low back.The door clicked open. I turned, my heart racing, but the moment I saw him, it fell just a little.Rui looked exhausted.His tie was half undone, his blazer slung over one arm, and his hair was a mess—he must’ve run his hands through it too many times. H

• His Secret Heir, His Deepest Regret   Special Chapter 6:

  HEATHI woke up to the sharp, punishing headache that only came after drinking things you don’t remember drinking and doing things you definitely don’t remember agreeing to.My mouth still tasted like whiskey, making me sigh in annoyance. I groaned and rolled over before freezing.There was someone in my bed.No, not just someone.Ellie.I paused for a while, unable to comprehend the situation. I pinched myself to see if it was a dream, but it wasn’t. It definitely wasn’t.I rolled the other way and smacked my face into a pillow. Maybe suffocating myself would undo the night.Crap. Crap. Crap.I peeked again, hoping this time, it was a dream. Maybe I had fallen asleep watching an erotica and my subconscious invented the entire thing.Nope.She was still there. Still asleep. Still very much Ellie.“Shit,” I whispered to no one in particular, clutching the pillow like it was the last bit of dignity I had left.Of all the people in the universe—of all the planets, galaxies, alternate tim

• His Secret Heir, His Deepest Regret   Special Chapter 5: Heath and Ellie

  HEATHA party at our age sounded ridiculous.I had already traded neon lights for a heater lamp, loud bass for classical music, and vodka shots for overpriced coffee. But here I was, past my supposed bedtime in a too-loud club with Liam grinning like the happiest man in the world.“Just come in, man. You need this,” he said.I didn’t need this. What I needed was a quiet night and maybe a decent book. But Liam was the groom-to-be, and I owed him too many late-night calls and rides home not to show up for his last hurrah.So, here I was.My blazer was too stiff for this kind of scene. I stuck out like a sore thumb, but Liam had insisted I looked the most handsome out of every guest.“There’s someone I want you to meet,” he’d said earlier. “She’s single, sweet, and you, my friend, need to stop living like a prude.”I rolled my eyes and sat at the bar.Maybe this was good. I dreamed of Julia last night.It wasn’t a sad dream. She just... appeared. Her laugh and the way she tucked her hair

• His Secret Heir, His Deepest Regret   Special Chapter 4: Will You?

  JULIA The day of my first art exhibition had finally come. After the successful launch of our clothing line with Mr. Miyagi, my name had begun circulating in the art world. A year had passed since then, and while I had worked on many projects, this was the first time I was putting my heart and soul on full display.I was a nervous wreck. It was the opening day, and although a lot of people had promised to show up, I felt like it would be an empty exhibition. I stood outside our house and waited for Sarah to pick me up. Evan said he had something to do at his office but would meet me at the exhibition before it opened to the public. After a few moments, Sarah arrived in her brand-new car. She whistled dramatically as she stepped out, running a hand over the hood. "Can you believe it?" she asked, shaking her head in amusement. "Just a year ago, my poor car was on its last breath. Now, look at this beauty. Rui really outdid himself."I chuckled, recalling how stubborn she had been a

• His Secret Heir, His Deepest Regret   Special Chapter 3: Rookie Mistake [M]

  MATURE CONTENT AHEADIf you are a minor or if you are not comfortable with this type of content, please skip.RUII had made up my mind.Sarah had been patient, and I could tell. She wanted to take the next step in our relationship. She wasn’t pushy about it, but I could feel it in the way she’d look at me sometimes. I wasn’t dumb. I knew shewanted to have sex. However, the problem was that I had absolutely no experience. So, naturally, I did what any sensible, inexperienced man in his late twenties would do. I overcompensated.I booked an expensive hotel. Well, I didn’t have to pay for anything because Evander gave it to me for free. It was even the penthouse suite. Such an expensive room was given to us for two whole days. I planned every detail. Dinner, room service, the perfect playlist, and condoms that were my size. I didn’t know what size I was, but Evander had given me large ones, saying I was blessed but not as blessed as he was. Sarah was ecstatic when she arrived.“Oh m

• His Secret Heir, His Deepest Regret   Special Chapter 2: Amsterdam

  HEATHAmsterdam was different from the other places I had been to in the past year. It had a calmer feel that made me feel more grounded. It wasn’t another pit stop to my journey. Instead, it was going to be my new home. I had spent the last twelve months hopping from country to country, working as a marketing researcher while soaking in the culture and the sights of every place I landed in. I had walked through the bustling streets of Tokyo, tasted the spices of Marrakech, and felt the cool sea breeze in Santorini. But there was something about Amsterdam that pulled me in and made me want to stay. Maybe it was the relaxed pace of life or the charming canals. Or maybe it was just because this place offered me the most relaxed job. It was definitely that. In the end, I decided to stay here, knowing I couldn't travel so frequently all my life. Of course, I still thought about Julia from time to time, but not in the way I used to. There was no longing or regret—just the hope that she