All Chapters of His Secret Heir, His Deepest Regret: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

CALLIE“Is this all?” my mom asked, her voice already tight. I glanced at the single, overstuffed suitcase by the door and the worn duffel bag that I’d patched not once but twice with floral fabric. “Yeah, Mom. That’s it.”She sighed, biting her lip as her anxious eyes darted over my bags once more. “I should’ve brought you more clothes. You only have two jackets—”“I’ll be fine,” I interrupted quickly, forcing a smile. “I don’t need a lot.”Despite my reassurance, she still looked like she might burst into tears, so I decided to change the subject by pretending to check my bag for what felt like the fifteenth time. Zipper's still working. My sketchpad was in the front pocket, right underneath my phone charger. I was ready. Well—almost.Just then, there was a loud thud, a scuffle, and suddenly, two tiny tornados launched themselves into the room.“Callie!”Millie and Emil—short for Emily and Emilio, but they hated those names—rushed forward with matching grins that lit up their face

CALLIEGetting into this school wasn’t just hard—it was like trying to win a lottery while blindfolded, underwater, and upside-down. One of the best in the city, if not the best, and somehow, by a miracle, my name showed up on the scholarship list. And now, here I was. Orientation day. Wide-eyed, I was carrying a borrowed tote bag stuffed with snacks and a pencil case shaped like a fish. Don’t ask. It was a project made by the twins, and I just didn’t have the heart to throw it away. I walked through the large glass doors like I belonged there—even though my sneakers were from a secondhand store and my jeans were about five years old. I didn’t know anyone here yet, but I was excited. Okay, terrified and excited. I stepped into the auditorium and immediately regretted not brushing my hair one more time. People looked like they had just stepped out of fashion magazines. Everyone had dewy skin and unexplainable auras. I quickly climbed up the steps, aiming for the backmost row. M

CALLIE I was sitting under the shade of the tree behind the campus garden, a quiet little nook that most people tended to overlook. In front of me lay my packed lunch: rice adorned with little sausage octopuses I had made simply because I wanted something cute. Earlier, I had debated whether I should pack something for Andy, too—a little bento, perhaps. But ultimately, I opted to bring only one for myself. After all, you can’t plow the whole field in one go, right? It’s all about sprinkling in the effort, bit by bit. I still knew how to play hard to get! “Callie?” I paused, chopsticks halfway to my mouth. “Sammantha?” She grinned, marching across the grass. “It’s Sammy! I’ve told you plenty of times.” “Right, right. Sammy. You’re studying here, too?” “I could say the same thing to you.” We exchanged playful ‘what-are-you-doing-here?’ expressions, but deep down, we both felt a sense of gratitude for each other’s presence. When I was in high school, I had plenty of friends, but

CALLIE This was a grand opportunity.Sure, I’d never acted before—not unless you count pretending the roleplays I did with the twins back at home. I’ve been a princess, a maid, a bartender, a mom, and a dad. You name it. I’ve probably done it all. I knew this was different, but I wanted to step out of my comfort zone, like Andy. He was already doing something outside his element, and if I was being honest, I wanted to meet him there. It felt like the right kind of terrifying. So when Mindy asked, “Anybody else?” and looked around the room, I stood up and raised my hand.“What’s your name again?” she asked. “Callie!” I exclaimed excitedly. There was a slight frown on her forehead before she turned around to write my name on the board. “Anyone else?” she asked. There were crickets. “Great,” she said, clapping once. “Let’s hear from each of you. Just a little about yourself, maybe why you want to play Mia.”Athena stood first before I had the opportunity to raise my hand. “Hi, I

CALLIEIt was only the first week of rehearsals, and as expected, Miss Dickson was already as passionate as ever. Mindy, too, was already hollering for everyone to “get into character” and “feel the scene with your souls.” In the middle of the stage stood none other than my future boyfriend. He was dressed casually, but that didn’t diminish his handsomeness one bit. He was standing across from Athena, illuminated by a spotlight that had been precariously rigged from the ceiling, the two of them rehearsing a pivotal scene together. And not just any scene—the kiss! The emotional midpoint where Anderson and Mia finally forget everything else and give in to their true feelings. I fiddled nervously with the handle of a paint roller, desperately trying not to look. But my eyes had a mind of their own, betraying my determination. Athena laughed at something he said, her hand lightly brushing against his chest. I looked away, trying to shake off the twinge of jealousy. This was just a pla