บททั้งหมดของ The Billioner's Secret Heir : My Ex's Ultimate Regret : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

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, 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 elevator doors closed, cutting off Sheina’s view of Damian’s broken figure on the lobby floor. The moment she was inside the moving lift, her defenses collapsed. She slid down, leaning her back against the cold wall, covering her mouth with her hand to hold back her sobs.“Ten minutes… he looked for me just ten minutes after I left,” she whispered, her voice trembling.Damian’s words kept replaying in her mind. For five years, Sheina had built her new identity on hatred. She convinced herself that on that night, she had been thrown away like trash by him.But the truth—that Damian had chased after her, searched for her in the middle of the storm, and lost his sleep for an entire year—began to shake her resolve.If he had truly searched for her, then her suffering wasn’t because he didn’t care… but because fate had cruelly played with their timing.Still, the pain in her heart was too deep to be healed by one drunken confession.The elevator stopped at her suite floor. Sheina wiped

Julian stopped in his tracks and looked at Sheina seriously. He could clearly see the fear in her eyes—fear she rarely showed. “It’s too late to leave quietly, Sheina,” Julian said softly but firmly. “If Damian has already seen the news, he’s definitely on his way here. He might even… already be downstairs.” Sheina fell silent for a moment, her hands freezing mid-fold. Her breathing grew heavy, her chest rising and falling unevenly. “Then we have to be faster,” she replied, forcing herself to stay calm. “I can’t face him right now. Not yet.” Julian let out a breath. He understood Sheina’s condition, but he wasn’t sure this was the best decision. “I’ll get the car ready at the back entrance,” Julian said finally. “We’ll leave through the staff exit. It’s safer.” Sheina nodded quickly. “Where’s Leon?” “In the next room, with his nanny.” Without waiting any longer, Sheina grabbed her bag. Her hands trembled slightly as she put important documents inside. Nothing could

The Xavier family mansion felt quieter than usual that morning. In the spacious dining room, Lady Beatrice sat alone at the end of a long table made of expensive teak wood. A luxurious breakfast was served in front of her, but she did not touch any of it. Her full attention was on several newspapers spread across the table. On the front page, there was a photo of Damian kissing Sheina Blake in the lobby of the Peninsula Hotel. Beatrice stared at the photo with narrowed eyes. For others, it might just be a scandal. But for Beatrice, it was a serious threat to the Xavier family’s reputation. “He has truly lost his mind,” she muttered quietly, her voice cold and filled with disapproval. Beatrice was not someone who believed in coincidences. Sheina’s sudden appearance, her resemblance to Camila, and the way Damian had changed so drastically all felt like part of a carefully planned scheme. She picked up her phone and dialed a number that was not saved in her contacts. “Come to