All Chapters of The Billioner's Secret Heir : My Ex's Ultimate Regret : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

21 Chapters

Chapter 1 - Blood Upon a White Canvas

Camila’s brush moved gently across the canvas, creating something beautiful. She was painting white lilies, a gift she planned to give to her sister-in-law, Clara Xavier. Outside, Manhattan was being hit by the worst blizzard in the past ten years. The wind howled loudly against the tall glass windows, but inside the room, everything felt warm thanks to the soft fire burning in the fireplace. Camila Wilson took a deep breath. The familiar smell of oil paint—a mix of linseed oil and thinner—always made her feel calm. She was so used to it, she even loved it. Her hand moved slowly and carefully, adding soft white color to the flower petals. She was sure Clara would love this painting. In this house, only Clara truly accepted her—aside from her husband, Damian Xavier, of course. Unlike Lady Beatrice, her mother-in-law, who clearly hated her. Ever since Camila entered this house as Damian’s wife, that woman had always been cold and harsh toward her. It was as if Camila didn’t even exi

chapter 2 - The Heart -Wrenching Accusation

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

Chapter 3 - Beneath the Frozen Brooklyn Bridge

New York in December is a beautiful sight for those with fur coats and warm homes. But for Camila Wilson, the city was a white monster trying to freeze her very breath.The first night after the expulsion was hell. Camila walked aimlessly, her feet growing numb inside thin flat shoes that were now soaked with melting snow. She carried only a small bag containing a sketchbook, a few brushes, and a wallet with less than a hundred dollars. All her credit cards had been blocked by Damian within hours."We have to be strong, little one," Camila whispered, clutching her stomach as it began to cramp.She ended up at a dimly lit bus stop on the outskirts of Brooklyn. Her body trembled violently. Every time a bus passed, splashing dirty slush onto her dress, she could only curl up tighter. She felt like trash discarded by the splendor of Manhattan, which glowed across the river.One Week LaterCamila’s condition deteriorated rapidly. She was now living in an abandoned old building under the Br

Chapter 4 - A Familiar Stranger

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

Chapter 5 - Let Him Draw Near

The atmosphere inside the luxury suite at the Savoy Hotel, London, felt suffocating to Damian Xavier. Although the room was spacious with a direct view of the River Thames, Damian felt as if the walls were slowly closing in on him. He had loosened his tie, the top buttons of his shirt were undone, and the glass of neat whiskey in his hand was nearly empty. A knock at the door was followed by Mark entering, carrying a file. "Sir, I have gathered the initial data regarding Sheina Blake as you requested." Damian immediately set his glass down and snatched the file. "Tell me she’s lying. Tell me she is Camila Wilson." Mark took a long breath. "Administratively, Sir... Sheina Blake is a different person. Her citizenship data shows she was born in a small village called Chipping Campden, England. She has a birth certificate, a record of attending primary school there, and even notes that she lived in an orphanage after her parents died in an accident when she was ten years old." Damian

Chapter 6 - Into the Lion's Den

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

Chapter 7 - The Hunt at Cornwall Crunch

Cornwall in winter was no place for those seeking warmth. Its sky was a heavy, leaden gray, resembling the color of cold metal, and the winds from the Atlantic Ocean battered the stone cliffs with a roar like that of a starving monster.Damian stood before St. Jude’s Church, an ancient stone structure whose walls had been eroded by sea salt for centuries. His steps, clad in expensive leather shoes, felt foreign on the wet, rocky ground. Behind him, Mark followed with a guarded expression."This church has stood since the 12th century, Sir," Mark’s voice was swallowed by the wind. "The records here are among the most difficult to manipulate because they still adhere to very strict physical archiving."Damian did not answer. He pushed open the heavy wooden door of the church, which creaked loudly, cutting through the silence of a room that smelled of beeswax and old wood. There, near the altar, an elderly man in a black robe was tidying several books. He was Father Miller.The meeting p

Chapter 8- An Invitation from the Past

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

Chapter 9

John F. Kennedy International Airport was shrouded in a thin mist as Julian Thorne’s private jet touched down. Inside the VIP terminal, Damian Xavier was already waiting. He hadn’t sent a driver. He stood there alone, dressed in a formal black suit without a tie, hands buried in his pockets. His gaze was sharp, scanning every passenger emerging from the arrivals gate. Then, he saw her. Sheina emerged with an elegant yet firm stride. She wore a long cream-colored trench coat and large black sunglasses that concealed her eyes. At her side, Julian Thorne walked with a protective stance, and on her other side, a small young boy—Leo—walked while holding his mother's hand. Damian’s heart hammered against his ribs, a sensation he rarely felt. As they drew closer, Damian stepped forward, blocking their path. "Welcome back to New York, Ms. Blake," Damian’s voice was low, vibrating with an emotion he kept deeply suppressed. Sheina stopped right in front of him. She slowly lowered her sung

Chapter 10

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

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