His Doctor Bride

Chapter Two The steady beeping was the first thing Damien heard. Then came the faint smell of antiseptic and the sting of light against his eyes.He opened them slowly, squinting. White walls. A ceiling fan turning lazily. A tube in his nose. He turned his head, realizing he wasn’t in his usual hospital suite — this place looked different, unfamiliar.His chest rose sharply.Where the hell was he?He wasn’t home.He wasn’t even in the same hospital he was taken to last time.His body tensed. The beeping from the monitor quickened as he sat up, ripping the IV from his arm. Blood trickled down, but he didn’t care. He tore the oxygen line off next, knocking down the metal stand beside the bed. The sound echoed through the sterile room.A nurse rushed in, startled. “Mr. Grayson, please—”“Get out,” he snapped, his voice hoarse but sharp enough to make her freeze. She hesitated, then ran out, calling for someone.Behind him, a deep voice spoke quietly. “Damien.”He turned slightly. His f

Chapter 4The spilled coffee had been cleaned, the tray gone, the broken phone swept away. The only sound left was the slow, steady rhythm of the oxygen machine beside his bed.Damien was still asleep, his face calm, though a small vein still pulsed at the side of his neck. The injection had done its job. For the first time since Aria met him, he looked almost peaceful.Aria stood by the foot of his bed, holding her notepad against her chest. She had been there for nearly two hours, monitoring his condition, making notes on his seizure pattern, and watching how long he stayed under sedation.She sighed softly. The man was exhausting. Even asleep, he carried tension in his jaw, like he was ready to fight someone in his dreams.Aria looked down at her wristwatch 12:07. She decided to step out and get some air.The door clicked softly behind her as she stepped into the hall. The sharp scent of disinfectant filled her nose. Nurses walked past carrying files and medications, whispering ab

Chapter SixNight had already fallen when Aria finally stepped out of her office. She pulled off her lab coat and hung it neatly where she always did, next to the shelf of medical files. Damien had been a handful again, but at least he was asleep now. That was enough peace for the night.She sighed, picked up her small purse, and walked out of the private clinic.The night breeze touched her face as she walked toward the road. She was wearing a simple blue gown that made her look calm and graceful.She waved down a cab and got in quietly.“General hospital, please,” she said.It didn’t take long before she arrived.She paid the driver and walked through the glass doors. The scent of disinfectant and medicine filled the air, something she had gotten used to over the years.Room 102. She knew it by heart.When she pushed open the door, her heart tightened. Her father was still lying there, surrounded by machines that beeped softly. His face looked pale, his body thinner than she reme

Chapter Eight “Here’s the money, doctor,” Aria said, handing Doctor Anderson a folded check with trembling fingers.The doctor adjusted his glasses and took it from her, his face lighting up with surprise. “That was fast,” he said softly. “You’ve proven to be a good daughter, Aria.”She forced a smile. Her lips were dry, her eyes tired. “I just want my father to be fine, doctor.”He nodded. “He will be. You did well.”Aria looked through the glass panel at her father lying on the hospital bed. His chest rose and fell slowly with each breath, the machine beeping beside him. That sound had become a part of her life now steady but frightening at the same time.Doctor Anderson placed a hand on her shoulder. “You’re a strong girl. The dialysis will begin tonight. We’ll take good care of him.”Aria blinked back her tears and nodded. “Thank you, doctor. I’ll be leaving now. I have to report for my night shift.”He gave a small smile. “Go ahead, Aria. I believe your father will walk out of t

Chapter Ten“Come to the Grayson’s estate,” Richard Grayson said over the phone to Aria.“Okay, sir,” she said quietly, dropping her phone on the small desk beside her.She pulled off her lab coat and placed it neatly on the stand where she usually kept it. The shift had been long, and she hadn’t even had time to rest her eyes. Her whole body ached, but she didn’t have a choice. It was Richard Grayson calling.It was her and nurse Stephen that were on night duty. Damien had finally fallen asleep after a long struggle with restlessness, and the clinic felt unusually calm. He was to be discharged tomorrow evening, and that alone made her feel uneasy. She didn’t know what the future was waiting to throw at her.She stepped out of the clinic, the air outside cold against her tired face. Parked right by the small gate was a black SUV with the Grayson’s crest on it. The driver stood beside it, head slightly bowed as he opened the door for her.“This way, ma’am.”She nodded and entered the