บททั้งหมดของ The Heirmaker's Bride: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Damian never said anything bad about Mama.He never acted cruel.He was kind to him.He bought him an island.He listened.So why did Adrik hate him?Why did Mama sound… hurt?And why was everyone acting like something bigger was happening?The anime ended.He didn’t notice.He kept staring at the screen.Thinking.Maybe Damian asked Mama out.Maybe she said no.Maybe Lysandra said yes.Maybe that’s why.He needed to ask.He needed to hear it from Damian.Because the adults weren’t telling the full story.Eventually, Adrik stood.“I’ll come by tomorrow.”“You don’t have to.”“I want to.”He walked past Nikolai.Ruffled his hair.“You good, champ?”“Yeah.”“You sure?”“Yeah.”Adrik glanced at Sera once more before leaving.The door shut.Silence filled the apartment.Sera exhaled slowly.“Tired?”Nikolai turned around finally.“A little.”“Go to bed.”“Okay.”He stood.Walked toward her.Hugged her again.She held him tightly this time.A little too tightly.He noticed.“Goodnight, Mam

The door closed harder than necessary.Damian exhaled slowly.Anton stepped forward quietly.“The narrative has shifted entirely.”“Good.”“Public sympathy is high.”“I don’t care.”“Miss Velez will retaliate.”“Let her.”Anton studied him carefully.“You were very clear.”“Yes.”“Why so absolute?”Damian’s gaze drifted briefly toward the window.Moscow.A hospital office.A woman who didn’t know he knew.“No one replaces her,” he repeated quietly.Anton nodded once.Understood.Across the ocean, Sera’s phone buzzed.She wasn’t looking for updates.But she saw it anyway.BLACKWELL OFFICE DENIES RUMORS.She hesitated.Opened it.Read it.Slowly.He remains loyal to the memory of his late wife, Mrs. Seraphina Blackwell.No one will replace her.Her throat tightened.The ache from yesterday shifted into something else.Confusion.Relief.Fear.Why would he say that so publicly?Why draw that line?Why make it absolute?Nikolai stood in the doorway of her office, watching her face.“You s

Sera softened slightly. “I’m not.”“You sound calm.”“I am calm.”“You trust him?”“No.”“Then why go?”“Because my son built something extraordinary.”She glanced at the backseat.“And I won’t punish him for it.”Nikolai straightened proudly.Adrik exhaled.“He’ll try to pull you back into that world.”“He can try.”“And?”“I’m not the same girl who left.”That answer made him pause.Because it was true.The Seraphina he once knew about had been fragile. Hopeful. Soft.The woman beside him now was steel wrapped in calm.Still...He didn’t like it.“You’re staying at the hospital facility?” he asked.“Yes.”“Not his estate.”“Correct.”“You’re sure.”“Yes.”Nikolai popped his head between them again.“Are we done talking about scary mafia stuff?”Adrik glanced at him.“You should be careful around him.”“I am.”“You admire him too much.”“I admire his stubbornness.”“That’s dangerous.”Nikolai grinned.“So is genius.”Adrik groaned quietly.“You’re impossible.”“Thank you.”Adrik turn

Damian turned slightly toward the hallway.“Guest rooms are this way.”Sera followed slowly.Every step heavier than the last.This corridor.She knew it.Her mind whispered memories she didn’t want.Her room had once been...She stopped that thought immediately.Not your room anymore.Just a hallway.Just a building.Just walls.Damian wheeled ahead slightly.The staff moved silently around them.But the atmosphere was different. Quieter. More restrained.No loud commands.No tense energy.No displays of dominance.Sera noticed.Even if she didn’t comment.He opened a door.“This room is yours.”She stepped inside cautiously.It was elegant.Minimal.Nothing personal.Nothing that hinted at past memories.That detail did not escape her.He had deliberately avoided placing her anywhere connected to the old life.“Your equipment has been delivered,” he continued evenly.“You’ll find workspace in the adjoining room.”She nodded slowly.“And Nikolai?”Damian gestured to the door across t

Nikolai yawned. Then looked around again.“You know what’s weird?”“What?”“This room feels like someone important used to live here.”Her heart skipped.She kept her voice steady.“Why do you say that?”“It just feels… lived in.”She looked at him quietly.Children noticed things adults tried to hide. And somehow, despite everything, despite the past, despite the lies, despite the years, her son was sitting in the very room where his story had once begun.He yawned again.“I’m sleepy.”She stood up.“Come on.”He climbed under the blanket. Within minutes, his breathing softened.Sera sat beside him for a long moment.Her eyes drifting slowly around the room again.Five years.And the room had waited.Just like that.Her fingers curled lightly against the blanket. And for the first time since stepping inside the estate, her composure cracked. Just a little. Because now she understood something she hadn’t expected.Damian Blackwell had never erased her. Not from this house. Not from th