All Chapters of His Doctor Bride: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Chapter One Hundred and Ninety TwoThe elevator doors closed smoothly, cutting off the low hum of voices from the ground floor, and for a brief moment, it was just Damien, Victor, and the security guard standing a step behind them. The quiet inside the elevator felt different from outside. Not tense, not uncomfortable. Just contained.Victor was the first to break it.He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head as he adjusted the files in his hand. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like that before,” he said, glancing sideways at Damien.Damien raised a brow slightly, not fully looking at him yet. “Like what?”Victor gave him a look, one that clearly said he already knew the answer. “You really didn’t notice?” he asked, amused. “Those women downstairs? Their eyes were practically following you like they forgot what they were doing.”Damien huffed a quiet breath, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. “You’re exaggerating.”“I’m really not,” Victor replied, his tone light but

Chapter One Hundred and Ninety FourAfter a long productive day…By the time Damien got back to the mansion, the day had already settled into a quiet evening.The drive home had been calm. No calls. No interruptions. Just the steady movement of the car and his own thoughts sitting quietly beside him. It wasn’t the kind of silence that used to make him restless. This one didn’t push him. It stayed in the background, letting him breathe.When the car pulled to a stop, the gates of the Greyson mansion already open, he stepped out without hesitation. A few staff members standing near the entrance greeted him as he walked in, their voices polite, their expressions careful but warmer than before.“Welcome back, sir.”Damien nodded at them, a small smile forming without effort. “Good evening.”The response caught some of them off guard, but they returned it quickly. It still wasn’t something they were used to. Not from him.Inside, the house felt the same as it always had. Clean and Organize

Chapter One Hundred and Ninety sixAria walked down the corridor with her usual steady pace, a file tucked under her arm and her attention fixed on the day ahead. Mornings were always the busiest, and she preferred it that way. The less space she had to think, the easier it was to stay focused on what mattered.As she approached the lounge area, the low murmur of a television blended with the soft clatter of cups and quiet conversations from a few staff members taking a short break. It was nothing unusual. The TV was almost always on, cycling through news channels that no one paid full attention to.She would have walked past it like she always did.But something made her slow down.It wasn’t sudden or dramatic. Just a small pause in her step, the kind that happens when something familiar brushes against your awareness before you fully register it.Her eyes shifted toward the screen.A headline ran across the bottom.“Greyson Heir Returns After Years of Absence.”Her gaze lingered fo

Chapter One Hundred and Ninety Eight Lena adjusted the strap of her dress, tilting her head slightly as she studied her reflection. The fabric hugged her body perfectly, every detail sitting exactly where it was meant to. She didn’t rush. She never did. Everything about her movements carried a kind of confidence that came from knowing she looked good without needing anyone to confirm it.Her phone rang from the table behind her.She didn’t pick it up immediately.She took one last look at herself, smoothing down her hair before turning and walking over. The name on the screen made the corner of her lips lift slightly.“Finally,” she said as she answered, bringing the phone to her ear. “I was starting to think you forgot about me.”A laugh came from the other end. “Please, you wish. I’ve just been busy. Unlike you, some of us actually work.”Lena rolled her eyes lightly as she leaned against the table. “You’re a model, not a surgeon. Relax.”“Excuse me?” her friend shot back, amused.

Chapter Two HundredBy seven in the evening, the Sky View Suite had already come alive in a way that made it clear this was no ordinary gathering.Luxury cars lined up neatly at the entrance, each arrival drawing brief attention before blending into the larger picture of wealth and influence. Men in tailored suits stepped out with quiet confidence, women followed with the kind of grace that came from being used to rooms like this. Cameras flashed occasionally, capturing faces that would later dominate headlines and social media feeds.Inside, the atmosphere carried a calm sense of importance. Conversations were controlled, voices low, laughter measured. It was the kind of place where every word mattered, even the ones spoken casually.Victor adjusted his cuff slightly as he stepped out of the car, glancing toward the entrance before looking at Damien. “Last chance to turn back,” he said, though there was a hint of humor in his tone.Damien closed the car door behind him, his expressio