Todos los capítulos de His Doctor Bride: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty TwoDoctor Andreas stood by the window of his office, phone in hand, staring down at the hospital courtyard without really seeing it.He had delayed this call long enough.He didn’t like making calls like this.Calls where he had no answers.Calls where he sounded uncertain.But Damien’s condition was no longer something he could quietly manage inside hospital walls.He dialed.The line rang twice.Three times.Then it connected.“Doctor Andreas,” Richard Greyson’s voice came through. Calm. Direct. The voice of a man used to being called only when something had already gone wrong.“Mr Greyson,” Andreas replied, straightening without realizing it. “Thank you for taking my call.”A brief pause followed.Richard didn’t speak immediately.He already knew this wasn’t a routine update.“If this is about Damien,” Richard said slowly, “then speak plainly.”Andreas exhaled.“Yes. It is about him.”Silence stretched between them.“Go on,” Richard said.Andreas mov

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-FourThe Greysons’ private jet landed quietly on the Greek runway just before noon. There was no drama, no media, no noise just efficiency. Within minutes black SUVs began pulling up in formation, engines still running as men stepped out with purpose. Victor Blake arrived with them. He didn’t waste time with greetings, didn’t look around, didn’t admire the scenery. He had come for one thing: Damien. And everyone knew it.The convoy moved quickly from the airport toward the estate. Dust rose behind the tires as they passed through the long stretch of road leading to the gates. Security opened up without question. Victor was expected, even if Clara didn’t know it yet.Upstairs, Clara sat on the balcony with a glass of juice she hadn’t touched. She wasn’t thinking about Damien. She wasn’t thinking about anything serious at all. Her mind was somewhere else, drifting over plans, possibilities, the next move. Until she noticed movement near the gates. Cars. Mo

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-SixBy the time they arrived in Canada, Damien had exhausted himself from shouting Clara’s name. It didn’t matter. No amount of pleading changed anything. The convoy split the moment they left the airport grounds. Clara was taken elsewhere, dropped off at her own place like she was no longer part of the situation, like she was never essential to begin with. Damien noticed. And when he did, the reaction came fast.He struggled harder against the restraint they had kept on him during the flight. His voice turned rough from overuse as he demanded to know where they were taking her. “Clara!” he shouted again, his voice cracking this time. “Don’t leave her!”Victor didn’t answer. The guards didn’t answer. No one explained. And slowly, the realization began to settle into Damien’s mind in a way that made his resistance change from anger into something more desperate. “They’ll take you away,” he muttered under his breath as if she could still hear him. “They a

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty EightThe ribbon was simple.White.Nothing dramatic.Nothing loud.Just a quiet mark of something that had taken years of pain, sacrifice, and stubborn survival to build.Aria Hart stood in front of the small building that now carried her name.Hart Psychiatry & Wellness.For a moment, she could not move.The sign above the entrance was real.The doors behind her were real.The people gathered outside were real.And yet it all felt distant, like something she had only imagined during the nights she stayed awake beside her father’s hospital bed, calculating costs and hoping tomorrow would be kinder.A soft cheer came from the small group gathered outside when someone handed her the scissors.The neighbors had come.Some of them she barely knew beyond polite greetings in passing.The woman who owned the bakery down the street.The retired teacher from two houses away.The couple who ran the small grocery store nearby.They stood there now, smiling warmly,

Chapter One Hundred and ThirtyClara leaned back against the couch, her phone pressed comfortably to her ear, her tone light and almost amused.“Please,” she said with a short laugh. “You don’t expect me to stay with someone mentally unstable.”Naya’s voice crackled from the other end of the call.“So what now?”Clara crossed her legs slowly, her gaze drifting around the room.“He disgusts me at this point,” she continued without hesitation. “Everything about him irritates me. The anger, the neediness, the constant breakdowns… I can’t be with someone like Damien Greyson.”She rolled her eyes even though Naya couldn’t see her.Naya laughed.“But you made him worse.”Clara smiled faintly.“Yes,” she admitted. “I had to.”There was no guilt in her voice.“Imagine if I hadn’t pushed things further,” she went on. “That doctor might have actually cured him. And then what would I gain?”She shook her head, even though she was alone.“You have no idea how disgusting it felt in Greece,” she ad