Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Doctor Bride: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty TwoWhen Damien opened his eyes again, the first thing he noticed was the unfamiliar quiet.For a few seconds he did not remember where he was. His body felt heavy and weak, like every part of him had been drained of strength. His head rested against a cushion, and the ceiling above him came slowly into focus as his vision steadied.Then memory returned.The study.The conversation.His father’s voice explaining what really happened to his mother.Damien slowly turned his head to the side and realized he was lying on the couch in the living room.Across the room, Richard sat in a chair not far away. He had not moved much since Damien had been brought there after the seizure. His posture looked tired, but he remained alert, watching carefully for any sign that another episode might begin.Damien pushed himself slightly upright, resting his back against the couch.Richard noticed immediately.“You should stay down,” he said in a calm voice. “Your body needs

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty FourPrison was nothing like the life Clara once knew.The days moved slowly there, almost painfully slow, each one blending into the next until time felt like something meaningless. The walls around her were always the same dull color, the air carrying a constant smell that never truly left the building no matter how often the guards ordered cleaning.At first, Clara had believed she wouldn’t stay long.When the sentence was announced, she convinced herself it was temporary. Someone would fix it. Someone always had before. She had spent years surrounding herself with powerful people, wealthy connections, and men who promised protection.She believed one of them would come.But a year had already passed.And no one had come.Clara sat on the edge of the narrow bed inside the shared cell, her arms folded tightly as she stared toward the small window near the ceiling. The opening barely allowed sunlight to enter, and even when it did, the light only lasted

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty SixThe afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of the Greyson mansion, spreading a quiet warmth across the large living room. Richard Greyson sat comfortably on the long leather sofa while a man across from him flipped through a few documents resting on the table between them.Anthony Whitehouse had been Richard’s business partner for many years. Their friendship had started long before the companies they built together began attracting international attention. Through decades of work, negotiations, and investments, Anthony had become one of the few people Richard truly trusted in the business world.Now, as they sat together in the quiet living room, the conversation had nothing to do with stress or conflict. It was simply two men discussing business developments the way they had done countless times before.Anthony placed the papers down and leaned back in his seat.“The Singapore project is progressing better than expected,” he said. “Constru

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty EightRichard stood outside Damien’s door longer than he intended to. His hand hovered near the handle, then dropped, then lifted again. It had become a habit lately standing there, thinking of what to say, how to say it, and whether anything he said would even matter. Inside, the room was quiet. Too quiet for someone who used to fill every space with presence, even when he said nothing.He finally pushed the door open gently.Damien was sitting by the window, not really looking outside, just there. His shoulders were slightly hunched, his hands resting loosely on his knees, his face calm in a way that didn’t feel like peace. It felt like he had simply stopped trying.“Damien,” Richard called softly.No response.Richard stepped in fully and closed the door behind him. “I need to talk to you.”Damien didn’t turn. “You’re already talking.”That small response should have felt like progress, but Richard knew better. It was just resistance wrapped in tiredne

Chapter One Hundred and SixtyThe morning came quietly, without urgency, but it didn’t feel like an ordinary day.Damien had been awake long before anyone knocked on his door. Sleep had come in short, broken pieces, the kind that left him more tired than rested. He lay on the bed staring at the ceiling for a while, his mind going over everything without settling on anything in particular.Minnesota.A new place. Another hospital.Another attempt.He let out a slow breath and sat up, running a hand through his hair before standing. For a moment, he just stood there, as if deciding whether any of this was worth it.Then he moved.By the time he stepped out of his room, the house was already awake. Staff moved quietly through the halls, keeping things in order, but no one said much. It was like they all understood this wasn’t a day for unnecessary conversation.Richard was waiting in the living room, already dressed, already prepared. He looked up the moment Damien walked in, his express