All Chapters of The Heirmaker's Bride: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Damian reached down beside the desk and lifted a small suitcase.He rolled his chair forward slightly and set it on the desk.The maid’s eyes widened when he opened it.Stacks of money.Neatly arranged.Her breath caught.“This is for your cooperation,” Damian said calmly.“For making the situation believable.”Her hands flew to her mouth.“Sir.. this is...”“Payment.”Her eyes filled with excitement.“I... I don’t know how to thank you...”“You already did.”She bowed quickly.“Thank you, sir. Truly.”Damian’s expression remained calm.But his tone hardened slightly.“However.”She immediately straightened.“Yes, sir.”“You will never repeat tonight’s story.”Her smile faded into seriousness.“No one must know the snakes were fictional.”“Yes, sir.”“No staff.”“No security.”“No one.”“I swear, sir.”“If this story reaches the wrong ears…” His voice lowered. “…you will wish the snakes had been real.”The maid swallowed quickly.“Yes, sir. I understand.”He nodded once.“You may go.”

The dining room was still heavy with tension. Nikolai stood beside Sera, still a little shaken but trying to look brave.Damian’s eyes moved between them carefully.He was about to speak but Sera stood first.Slow.Controlled.Her expression was calm again, but the fire underneath it hadn’t gone anywhere.She looked directly at Damian. “Mr. Blackwell.”He straightened slightly.“Yes.”Her voice was cool. Professional. But sharp enough to cut. “I agreed to come here for medical work.”He nodded once.“I know.”“If your mistress, play thing, or whatever she is..” The words were deliberate.Precise.“...interferes with my work again…”Her eyes hardened.“…or disrespects my son again…”She paused.“…I cancel the treatment.”The room went still.Anton, standing near the doorway, didn’t even breathe.Sera continued calmly. “I’m not here to entertain your personal drama.”Damian opened his mouth to respond. But she didn’t give him the chance.“This is science.”Her voice remained steady.“An

The rehabilitation center had grown quiet.Every monitor hummed softly as technicians finalized calibration settings. The large testing room was filled with equipment that looked more like a futuristic laboratory than a medical suite.Nikolai stood in front of the central console, his small hands gripping the edge of the desk as he watched the machines power up.His excitement was barely contained.Sera adjusted the strap of her gloves as she walked toward the main platform.“Baseline neural scan first,” she said calmly. “No movement until I say so.”Damian nodded once from the wheelchair.“Understood.”Anton stood near the observation glass with the center’s medical director, Dr. Marini, watching everything carefully.Several specialists had gathered quietly in the room.Some curious.Some skeptical.And all slightly doubtful.Because the device sitting beside Damian’s chair had been designed by a five year old.Sera turned toward Nikolai.“Ready?”Nikolai straightened like a soldier

Nikolai lit up immediately.“Okay!”He grabbed his tablet and started drawing on the screen.“Your brain sends a signal before your body moves.”“Yes.”“But normally the damaged nerves block the signal.”“Correct.”“So my device catches the signal first.”He pointed to a tiny diagram.“Then this part translates the command.”Damian followed the explanation carefully.“And then?”“Then the motor relay sends the command back to the muscles.”Damian nodded slowly.“So you’re bypassing the broken pathway.”“Exactly!”He grinned proudly.“Most machines try to force the muscle to move.”“But yours listens to the brain.”Nikolai pointed excitedly.“Yes!”“That’s why it works.”Anton glanced in the rearview mirror.“Boss.”“Yes.”“The kid just explained neural bypass architecture again.”Damian looked at Nikolai.“Yes.”Anton shook his head slightly.“Six years old.”Damian’s voice softened slightly.“Genius.”Nikolai blinked.“Really?”“Yes.”The word came without hesitation.“You built some

Back at the medical center, the excitement from the earlier muscle response had slowly settled into a tense determination.The room was quieter now.More focused.The equipment hummed softly while Damian remained suspended in the rehabilitation harness, the neural interface still connected along his spine.Sweat had begun forming along his temple.But he said nothing.Sera stood beside the monitoring screen, watching every fluctuation like a hawk.“Signal again,” she instructed calmly.Nikolai tapped the console.A soft pulse ran through the system.The neural bridge activated.For a moment nothing happened. Then Damian’s thigh muscle twitched again.Stronger this time.A technician gasped.“There it is!”Another pulse.The leg reacted again. But this time Damian’s jaw tightened.Sera noticed instantly.“Stop.”The room froze.Nikolai looked up.“But...”“Stop.”The system powered down.The harness relaxed slightly.Sera walked over to Damian and crouched in front of him.“You’re in p