The Billioner's Secret Heir : My Ex's Ultimate Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Camila knelt on the marble floor of the living room. Her knees felt numb, but she didn’t dare to move.She stared at her car keys still lying on the marble table. Then, her gaze shifted to Damian, who stood before her."Damian, please tell me, how is Clara’s condition? Don't just stay silent.""Clara is dead, and it’s all because of your doing, you bitch!" Lady Beatrice’s ear-piercing scream rang out.Camila Wilson collapsed instantly upon hearing it. Her breath hitched in shock and suffocation. It was impossible; Clara couldn’t be dead."You intentionally let Clara use your car even though you knew the brakes were faulty!" Lady Beatrice approached, her eyes blazing with fury.In front of her, Damian stood with his back to the large window, staring at the snow-covered darkness of Manhattan. His broad shoulders were stiff, and every breath he took sounded heavy."Damian..." Camila’s voice broke, barely a whisper. "For God's sake, I didn't know the brakes were faulty. I only wanted to h

The world seemed to stop spinning for Damian Xavier. The low hum of gallery guests and the clinking of champagne glasses suddenly fell silent, replaced by the thundering beat of his own heart echoing in his ears. The woman in front of him stood tall, holding a crystal glass of red wine with steady fingers. She was so different from the Camila of the past, who had always trembled whenever he looked at her too sternly. "Ca... Camila?" Damian’s voice was hoarse, barely a whisper filled with pain. Sheina Blake did not flinch. She tilted her head slightly, revealing her sharp jawline and diamond earrings that glittered under the gallery lights. She stared at Damian as if he were just another overly enthusiastic admirer of her paintings. "I’m sorry?" Sheina arched an eyebrow. "I am not Camila. Do you have the wrong person, Mr. Xavier?" Damian stepped forward; they were now only an arm’s length apart. The faint scent of jasmine—the same scent that always lingered on his wife’s body—assa

The atmosphere inside Sheina Blake’s private studio, located in a renovated warehouse in a quiet industrial district of London, was thick with tension. There was no outward display of luxury, yet inside, the space was vast, featuring high ceilings and massive windows that framed the overcast gray sky. The sharp scent of oil paints, turpentine, and a heavy top note of jasmine greeted Damian Xavier as he stepped inside alone. Per their agreement, he had come without Mark. Sheina stood before a large canvas draped in white cloth. She was dressed in an oversized white button-down stained with flecks of paint and black trousers. Her sharp bob haircut made her look worlds apart from the Camila of the past, who had always favored soft, floral dresses. "Punctual, Mr. Xavier. The discipline of Manhattan is certainly undeniable," Sheina said without turning around. She was busy mixing a deep crimson hue on her palette. Damian stopped a few paces behind her. His eyes swept the room, searchi

London was being washed by an unending drizzle, creating a melancholic atmosphere along the cobbled streets leading to Julian Thorne’s luxurious residence.Inside a study filled with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, Julian sat in silence. His eyes were fixed on a thick black envelope with a gold wax seal bearing the Xavier family crest, which had landed on his desk that morning.The scent of power and coercion seemed to emanate from the premium paper. Damian Xavier never asked, he commanded. And this invitation was an order wrapped in a facade of politeness.Julian took a deep breath, massaging his temples. He knew this day would come, but he hadn't expected it so soon. He picked up the envelope and walked toward the back studio—a glass-walled room overlooking the rear garden.There, Sheina stood motionless in front of a large, empty canvas. She wasn’t painting. She was simply standing there, staring at the raindrops blurring the city view behind the glass. Her sharp bob haircut gave the

That night, the Xavier estate in the Upper East Side looked like a palace bathed in candlelight, but to Sheina, it was nothing more than a magnificent prison holding the memories of her pain. As the car picking her up entered the towering iron gates, Sheina felt her chest tighten. However, she immediately suppressed the feeling. She adjusted her deep black silk slip dress that hugged her body perfectly—a dress that highlighted her curves yet remained elegant and sophisticated.Beside her, Leo was fast asleep at the hotel, exhausted, under the strict watch of Julian’s most trusted men. Sheina had come alone, ready to face the monster from her past.The massive oak doors creaked open. Servants in uniform bowed respectfully as she entered. At the top of the grand spiral staircase, Damian was already waiting. He looked incredibly handsome yet intimidating in a flawless tuxedo. His sharp eyes traced Sheina’s appearance from head to toe, and for a moment, Sheina saw a flash of passion that