บททั้งหมดของ The Heirmaker's Bride: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

Meanwhile Sera’s body slammed forward as the door was yanked open before she could even catch her breath.“Please, please, I have a child...” her voice cracked as she struggled, her wrists bruised from the grip holding her. “I have a son, you can’t...”Rough hands grabbed her and dragged her out.Her feet barely touched the ground as they pulled her across gravel, her dress catching, tearing slightly as she stumbled.“Please!” she cried again, her voice breaking sharper this time. “I’ll do anything, just don’t...”No one answered.The warehouse loomed ahead, abandoned and dark. Its doors already open like a mouth waiting to swallow her whole.They dragged her inside.The air was cold, empty and echoing.Then she saw her, Lysandra, seated, calm and perfect. Like she had been waiting for her.A slow, satisfied smile curved her lips as she leaned back slightly, watching Sera being dragged closer.And when Sera was finally thrown to the ground, Lysandra laughed.“Oh please, please, I have

Sera frowned faintly, her mind struggling to keep up.Lysandra’s smile sharpened. “Bow.”Sera didn’t move.“I said bow,” Lysandra repeated, her tone colder now. “And not just that…” She leaned closer. “Apologize.”Sera’s heart pounded louder.“Apologize for coming between me and Damian,” Lysandra continued, her voice almost sing song now. “And thank me… for ending your life.”Sera stared at her. Stunned. Because this wasn’t just cruelty anymore. This was madness.“You’re insane…” she breathed, her voice shaking.Lysandra’s smile widened.“Maybe,” she said. “But you’re still going to do it.”Sera shook her head weakly. “No…”Lysandra didn’t even react. She simply glanced at the men and that was enough.They moved.They forced her down hard. Her knees slammed into the concrete, pain shooting up her legs as she gasped sharply.“Do it,” Lysandra said softly.Sera resisted for half a second.That was all she got.A hand grabbed the back of her head and slammed it down.Her forehead hit the

The ward was quiet.Damian was wheeled in slowly, his eyes already on Sera before the nurse even stepped aside.Sera sat on the edge of the bed, her forehead freshly bandaged, a faint bruise blooming beneath the gauze like something trying to surface.She looked there but not fully like part of her was still in that warehouse.Still on her knees.Still hearing that laugh.Damian watched her for a moment before speaking.“They cleared you,” he said quietly. “No internal damage. Just shock and the head injury.”Sera nodded faintly. Her hands were still trembling.Not as violently as before but enough.She hadn’t looked at him yet.“I...” he started, then stopped himself.There were too many things to say.Too many things that didn’t fit into words right now.So he chose something else.“Adrik is here.”That made her look up immediately.Her eyes sharpened, fear replacing the numbness.“Where?” she asked, already moving.“I’ll take you,” Damian said.Adrik’s room smelled like antiseptic

Morning came soft, almost calm.Sera stood by the entrance, adjusting her coat as two guards positioned themselves just behind her, already alert, already scanning.The routine had become second nature now. But before she stepped out she turned.Damian was already in the therapy room, seated, waiting. Nikolai leaned against the doorway, arms folded, watching like he was pretending not to care.Sera’s gaze moved between them.“You have a session in an hour,” she said, her tone shifting easily into that familiar, no nonsense calm. “And this time, you’re not skipping anything.”Damian raised a brow slightly. “I never skip.”“You argue,” she corrected.Nikolai snorted softly.Sera’s eyes flicked to him.“And you,” she added, “are supervising.”Nikolai blinked. “Me?”“Yes, you,” she said simply. “Make sure he does everything properly.”Damian looked at him, something faintly amused flickering through his expression.“This should be interesting.”Nikolai shrugged, trying to look indifferent

Two days passed quietly.The kind of quiet that didn’t heal anything but just gave space for things to settle where they hurt the least.Adrik was discharged that morning.Cleared. Stable. Strong enough to travel.Strong enough to leave.The airport was locked down tighter than usual.Blackwell guards stood in discreet positions, blending in just enough to not cause a scene, but close enough that nothing could slip through unnoticed. Eyes everywhere.Sera stood near the private terminal entrance, her coat wrapped around her, hair pulled back simply. Nikolai stood beside her, hands shoved into his pockets, looking around like he didn’t like the place much.Adrik approached them slowly.For a moment, none of them spoke. Like saying something would make it final.Nikolai broke first.“You’re really leaving?” he asked, his tone quieter than usual.Adrik looked at him and a small, faint smile touched his lips.“Yeah,” he said. “I am.”Nikolai nodded slowly, like he didn’t like the answer b