All Chapters of Billionaire Regrets: Loving a Substitute Ex-Wife: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

You Killed My Son (The Abduction) "From this moment forward, I will not be your successor. Mr. Charles, I am leaving all your affairs, and you may strike my name from your family record. I am no longer Marcel Lorenzo," Marcel declared seriously. "How dare you! You have the audacity to abandon this mafia world." Charles was furious; he pulled out his pistol and aimed it at Marcel. Marcel stood motionless, unafraid, and said something to the old man. "Save your energy to fight Morgan. I don’t wish to do evil anymore. I'd rather go far away and start a new life," Marcel revealed. "You will regret this, Marcel." Marcel no longer cared. He turned and walked out of the place. He was free now; he could go wherever he wanted without asking anyone for permission. 'I'm free, finally, I'm free...' Marcel decided to leave Charles Lorenzo’s home, choosing instead to live the life of an entrepreneur rather

The Torture The tiger leapt towards Morgan. Fortunately, Morgan’s legs were not bound at that moment. But his hands remained handcuffed, and he ran up to the second floor, even though the floor was filthy and unused. "I have to escape from here, or I will die here," Morgan muttered, his body feeling too weak to run anymore. He slumped onto the dirty floor. Morgan was forced to sleep on the upper floor. He hid from the tigers that were chasing him. The next morning, Morgan awoke when he heard the iron door creak open, shattering the cold morning silence. Morgan lifted his tense face. It wasn't Charles who entered, but a stern-faced man with tattoos on his arms, carrying a metal bucket and several other items stored in a toolbox. “Time to wake up, Mr. Morgan. It’s quite a feat that you survived those two hungry tigresses," the man said in a flat, emotionless tone. The man set down the bucket and poured iced water o

Wake Up, Morgan! I Beg You "Quick, kill Mr. Marcel! If we can take him down, that money will make us rich!" shouted one of the henchmen. Marcel stood tall, unfazed by the advancing figures. He immediately called out to his own men. "Get in here now! I’m under attack. Kill Charles's men! I want to see how he fares against the son he raised, relying only on his own strength," Marcel commanded. Several of his men stormed inside, having been called by Morgan via a remote connection—a wireless earpiece he wore. "You won't defeat me, Marcel." Charles laughed uproariously. "I’m sick of it, Charles. Sick of being your puppet. Morgan is still my brother. I won't let you kill him. Let me be the one to do it. It's not your time to kill him yet; let him live." Marcel would not allow Morgan to die at Charles's hands. "You betray me, Marcel? After everything I gave you? I gave you an identity, wealth, and purpose! I made you s

Therapy and Hope The sound of the monitor machine in Marcel’s treatment room still pulsed softly, filling the silence with an almost inaudible beat. Alice stood beside Morgan, who was seated in his wheelchair. She gazed at Morgan’s twin brother, who still lay in a coma, with a blank stare. "Wake up, Marcel..." Morgan's voice was hoarse yet firm. "You want to atone for your sins, don't you? Then wake up, face me like a man." Alice lowered her head. Her tears fell silently. Since that bloody night at the dock, her life felt suspended between gratitude and grief. The two men she loved in different ways—one as her husband, one as a wound that never had time to heal—were now both fighting against death. After a few minutes of silence, Morgan took a deep breath. "Let's go, Alice. I want to go home." Their home, once full of laughter, had now turned into a silent recovery room. The sounds of therapy machines, the wheelchair, and the footste

Marcel Wakes Up – Faking Amnesia Two weeks after Morgan successfully stood up again, surprising news arrived from the hospital. Alice had just put Lily to sleep when her mobile phone rang. The number was from the Campbell family's private doctor. His voice sounded tense on the other end. "Mrs. Alice... Mr. Marcel has just woken up from his coma." The cup in Alice's hand nearly dropped. Her heart hammered loudly. For months she had prayed for Marcel to wake up, but when that prayer was finally answered, her heart was filled with an inexplicable fear. She ran out of the room and called Morgan. "Morgan... Marcel is awake." Morgan was silent for a long time. His eyes stared blankly at the floor before he finally said softly, "I knew one day he would wake up." However, his tone sounded cold—something was brewing beneath that calmness. The hospital room that afternoon was filled with the orange light of the su