All Chapters of His Doctor Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter TwelveThe ride from the private clinic wasn’t long. Damien sat back, scrolling through his phone. Clara’s messages were still there. Dozens of them. He opened one, read it halfway, and dropped the phone on the seat beside him.The car drove through the Grayson estate gate. As usual, the guards straightened up and saluted. The long stretch of neatly trimmed lawns and glowing pathway lights came into view. Everything looked the same, but it didn’t feel the same anymore.When the car stopped in front of the main mansion, the butler and two housemaids rushed to open the door.“Welcome home, Junior Mr. Grayson,” they said almost in unison.They had been calling him that since he was fifteen. He never corrected them — he didn’t care to.He walked in quietly, shoes tapping on the marble floor. Inside the main sitting room, Richard Grayson was seated. A cup of coffee rested near a stack of documents on the glass table. Damien instantly recognized the scene — his father buried in

Chapter Fourteen(Some days later)The night before the wedding.Aria had resigned from the private clinic.A place she had built her life around.Leaving wasn’t easy — but she had no choice. Her father’s health mattered more than her dreams.She arrived at the hospital, walking through the quiet hallway that smelled faintly of disinfectant. When she stepped into her father’s ward, he was sitting up, looking better than he had in weeks. His smile lit up when he saw her.“Aria, my dear,” Mr. Hart said warmly. “You’re here.”“Good evening, Dad,” she said, setting her bag on the small table beside his bed.They exchanged their usual pleasantries. He asked how work was going, if she had eaten, and if the night shifts were getting any better.She hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Dad, I… I actually wanted to tell you something.”“What is it?” he asked, looking at her curiously.She forced a smile. “I got a new job. At the Grayson’s villa.”Mr. Hart’s eyes widened with excitement. “

Chapter Sixteen"Need to go, baby," Damien said, his voice low as Clara lay on his chest."You want to go be with her?" she asked, her tone teasing, but her heart felt uneasy."No, baby. You know my dad," he said, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. His hands traced her arms lightly before he reluctantly pulled away.Clara shifted, resting her head against his shoulder, wanting to hold onto him a little longer. He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her close for a few seconds more. The warmth, the sound of his breathing, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat it was everything she wanted in that moment.Finally, he stepped back, straightening the sleeves of his white inner shirt. He glanced at her, lips curling in a brief, faint smile, then he moved to his suit and began buttoning it with deliberate care. Clara watched him with an evil smirk.He knelt for a second, brushing his lips over hers softly. "I’ll see you soon," he whispered. Then, he stood, leaving her alone on the bed.

Chapter EighteenIt was her first morning in the Grayson mansion.Aria stood in front of the small medicine cabinet, carefully arranging Damien’s morning medications. Richard had told her the night before that Damien never took his drugs seriously. He had even said, “You’ll have to make him take them somehow. He listens to no one.”Her brunette hair fell loosely over her shoulders, brushing against her plain white shirt. She had no makeup on, and her round face looked tired but still soft. She wore a loose shirt and a simple skirt it wasn’t about looking nice; she only wanted to stay decent and quiet in a house that didn’t feel like home.After arranging everything, she placed the medicines neatly on a tray beside a glass of water and walked out. Her steps were quiet against the marble floor as she went downstairs.Richard and Damien were already seated at the dining table. Richard was reading a newspaper while Damien scrolled on his phone, looking as if the world bored him.“Good m

Chapter TwentyHe hugged her from behind as soon as he stepped inside.She stiffened for a second, letting out a soft gasp, pretending to be surprised. But through the corner of her eyes, she had already seen him outside her window upstairs. She had been waiting, watching, planning every reaction. Now, she put on the act perfectly.“So… you slept with her?” she said, letting a small tremor creep into her voice.Damien slowly turned her to face him. His hands held her gently, keeping her from stepping back. “Stop saying things that didn’t happen,” he said, his voice low but firm. He tried to press his lips to hers. “I missed you,” he added, hugging her tightly.“I missed you too,” she whispered, leaning into his embrace.They stayed like that for a few moments, just holding each other. The quiet in the apartment made everything else fade. Then she pulled back slightly, keeping just enough distance to look into his eyes.“They give you drugs?” she asked softly, watching him carefully.“