LOGIN"Don’t call me by that name. Camila Wilson died on the very night you tore the canvas of her life to pieces." Damian Xavier, a heartless titan of industry, committed the greatest mistake of his life: he cast away his pregnant wife for the sake of his cold ambition. Five years later, Damian has become obsessed with a ghost. He is haunted by the masterpieces of a mysterious painter known only as Sheina Blake. Sheina’s paintings are ethereal and haunting, bleeding with the raw emotions of betrayal and magnificent rebirth. Damian is willing to pour out millions just for a chance to meet the artist, hoping her soul-stirring work can fill the void rotting inside him. Little does he know, Sheina Blake is Camila Wilson—the ex-wife he once deemed worthless. The woman he discarded like trash has now become the only deity he worships. When fate finally brings them face-to-face, Damian doesn't find the fragile girl he once broke. He stands before Sheina Blake—a cold, powerful woman who has everything, including a genius son who holds au paintbrush with the same lethal authority Damian uses to rule his empire. "You wish to buy my work, Mr. Xavier? Unfortunately, you will never be able to afford the price of the pain captured in these strokes."
View MoreSheina’s footsteps, usually calm and composed, now sounded hurried, creating hollow echoes along the silent gallery corridor. She quickly pushed open the heavy mahogany double doors of the VIP restroom. Once inside, she immediately locked the nearest stall, leaned her back against the cold surface, and allowed her lungs to gasp for as much oxygen as possible. Her breath came in ragged gasps, creating a faint mist in the cool air of the room. In the darkness of that stall, Sheina could still feel the lingering traces of Damian’s presence clinging to her skin. The searing heat of his breath, the pressure of his body pinning her down, and most agonizing of all—the masculine scent of sandalwood mixed with whiskey that seemed to have seeped into her very pores. She raised her violently trembling hand, touching the cheek that just minutes ago had been caressed so gently by Damian’s thumb. There was a lingering heat there, a sensation that burned more painfully than a slap. "Stop it, She
The inauguration night of the Xavier Gallery was not merely an art event. It was a grand display of power in the heart of Manhattan. A red carpet stretched wide under dazzling spotlights, while New York’s elite filled the grand hall, which wafted with the scent of expensive champagne and designer perfumes. However, the center of attention that night was only one person: Sheina Blake. Sheina appeared with a look that took everyone’s breath away—especially Damian’s. She wore a backless gown made of metallic silver silk satin that flowed over her body like liquid mercury. Her bobbed hair was styled in slight waves, giving an impression that was both classic and modern. Her eye makeup was sharp, yet her lips were painted a seductive nude. She stood in the center of the gallery, surrounded by her own paintings, appearing both majestic and mysterious. Damian stood at a distance, holding a glass of whiskey he hadn’t touched for ten minutes. His eyes were glued to Sheina. In the dramatic
Morning in Manhattan usually brought new energy for Damian Xavier, but today, the sunlight piercing through his 80th-floor office window at Xavier Global felt like a blade stabbing his eyes. On his pristine desk, a sealed white envelope from New York’s most prestigious medical lab lay silent. Damian stared at it for nearly an hour. He didn't dare open it. For the first time in his life, the man who controlled the stock market felt afraid of a piece of paper. "Sir, the results won't change just by staring at them," Mark’s voice sounded hesitant from the doorway. Damian took a deep breath. With hands that trembled slightly, he tore open the envelope. He bypassed the complex medical jargon and went straight to the conclusion at the bottom. DNA ANALYSIS RESULTS: Sample A (Subject: Sheina Blake) and Sample B (Subject: Leo Blake): 99.99% Match (Biological Mother). Sample A (Subject: Sheina Blake) and Comparison Data (Subject: Camila Wilson): 0% Match. No Genetic Relation. Sample B (S
Sheina’s footsteps echoed through the marble corridors of Xavier Tower, each sharp click of her heels sounding like a clock ticking down to destruction. The moment she stepped into the waiting limousine, the composure she had fought so hard to maintain in the library crumbled instantly.She leaned her head against the cold leather headrest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her hands were shaking violently. She could still feel the residual heat from Damian’s touch on her waist, and the scent of his cologne still clung to the skin of her neck—an aroma of sandalwood and power that had once been her favorite place to hide."Damn it," Sheina cursed under her breath. She hated how her body could still react to that man."Ms. Blake? Are you alright?" her driver asked, glancing through the rearview mirror."Drive," Sheina commanded curtly, her voice turning cold again. "Take me back to the hotel. Now."During the ride through the shimmering lights of Manhattan, Sheina stared out the window
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