All Chapters of His Secret Heir, His Deepest Regret: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

JULIAI arrived at school and was receiving weird looks from people I didn’t even know of.“Is that her?”“I think so.”Julia frowned when she heard her name being passed around. Fortunately, she saw Gianna and Harper right outside their classroom, talking in hushed voices.“Hey,” I said, interrupting their conversation.The two of them froze and turned to me with wide eyes. “What’s happening?” I asked. “Everyone’s acting weird.”Harper pursed her lips and faced me. “Have you heard?” she whispered.“Obviously not,” I muttered. “Why? Is there something wrong?"Gianna went straight to the point. “Heather is spreading rumors that you stole Evander from her.”My frown deepened. “What?” I exclaimed.“It’s not true, right?” Gianna asked. “I mean, there are no official articles. But you know Heather. She has quite the influence in the school.”I ran my fingers through my hair. “Are we in high school or what?” I muttered. “I didn’t steal anyone.”The two of them sighed in relief. “Alright, so

JULIA I definitely wasn’t prepared for this version of him. Evan sat there, his hair catching the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was lighter, a warm, honeyed brown that blended with his natural dark tones. It softened his sharp features and made him look more approachable. And damn it, it made him even more handsome than he already was.“Fuck.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. My brain short-circuited for a moment, and I blinked, trying to process the change. Evan with lighter hair? Since when did he care about things like that? Since when did he even have the time?He pursed his lips, appearing shy. “Ah, right,” he muttered. “I nearly forgot.” “Rui dyed it,” he said. “I told him to make it blonde, but I think he brought the wrong box. The dude on the cover was blonde, though.”I couldn’t help it. I laughed. The image of Evan, the billionaire mogul who could buy an entire hair salon without blinking, sitting in a chair while Rui—his ev

JULIA Sarah’s car sputtered to life after what felt like an eternity of cranking the engine. The thing felt like it was held together by willpower and occasional prayer. Maybe I should have taken up the men’s offers to drive us home. Still, it was running, so I guess that was better than nothing.As we pulled out of the parking lot, Sarah let out an exaggerated squeal, gripping the steering wheel like she was on a rollercoaster. “This is better than any romance book I’ve ever read,” she said, vibrating in her seat. “Like, what the fuck? Two ridiculously handsome men fighting over you? This is the kind of drama I live for.”I rolled my eyes, slumping in my seat. “They’re not fighting over me, Sarah.”She shot me a look, her eyebrows raised quite high. “Keep telling yourself that.”I groaned, turning to stare out the window. The city lights blurred past, but my mind was stuck on her words. “Heath isn’t even serious,” I said. “He’s just messing around. We don’t know each other that wel

JULIA Evan couldn’t win anything. Not a single game. I was sure he had spent more than a hundred dollars on the tokens, too. He even wanted to use his black card, which I had to remind wasn’t accepted in these kinds of things. Heath, on the other hand, had already won another plushie—this time, a bright blue dolphin that Andy was now clutching like a prized possession. I shook my head, watching as Evan stared at the ring toss booth with a look of pure frustration. He was great at everything—business, strategy, working out, even cooking, for crying out loud. So, seeing him fail so spectacularly at something so simple was quite endearing. “Come on. Let’s go,” I said, tugging gently on his arm. However, Evan stubbornly shook his head. He planted his feet and focused on the game before him.“Evan,” I warned, raising an eyebrow. “You’re not going to win. Just let it go.”He pursed his lips, his eyes still locked on the booth. “I can’t get one for Andy,” he muttered to himself, but I

JULIA I didn’t answer him. Instead, I held onto his shoulders and leaned in. The space was already cramped, but it felt like it closed in even more when my lips touched Evan's. I could tell he was surprised, probably not expecting me to agree. Then, he began moving his lips against mine. I couldn’t help but gasp. It was a very soft kiss—reminiscent of our first one. And in a sense, this felt like a new beginning. It was the complete opposite of the kiss we shared when we talked about everything that had happened years ago. That was heated, urgent, and filled with angst. This one was a soft, light kiss that spoke of happier feelings. The Ferris Wheel didn’t feel like it was moving. Instead, even as we descended, it felt like we were on top of the world. He led the kiss, and I let him. This kiss wasn’t mixed with tears this time, so I could taste him better. We wanted to take this slowly… whatever this was. After what felt like forever, we finally broke away. I stared at hi