All Chapters of His Doctor Bride: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

---Chapter Two Hundred and TwoWhen Damien pushed the door open and stepped into his room, the first thing that caught his attention wasn’t the furniture or the lights or even the quiet.It was the wall.For a moment, he stood there without moving, his hand still resting on the door handle behind him as his eyes fixed on the large frame placed neatly at the center.His mother.The picture had been changed.Not recently, not in a rushed way. It had been done carefully, like someone took their time deciding where it should go. The frame was clean, positioned at eye level, impossible to miss the moment you walked in.That space used to belong to something else.Someone else.Clara.Damien didn’t need to think too hard to remember it. That picture had stayed there for years, long enough to become part of the room without him even noticing it anymore. It had blended into his life the same way everything else had loud at first, then slowly becoming normal.Now it was gone.And strangely, h

Chapter Two Hundred and FourThe television came on before the sound did.Richard had been sitting in the living room with a cup of coffee resting in his hand, his attention only half on the screen as he flipped through channels without much interest. It was just another quiet morning, the kind he had started getting used to lately.But then the headline appeared.Bold enough to catch his eyes immediately.He paused.Turned the volume up.“…breaking this morning, Greyson Group heir Damien Greyson has made headlines once again, this time for a major philanthropic move. Sources confirm that he has donated one hundred million dollars to a national miscarriage support foundation, aimed at improving care, awareness, and support systems for women across Canada…”Richard’s hand tightened slightly around the cup, his gaze fixed on the screen now.They showed Damien’s picture next.Clear.Composed.Not the version the media used to run years ago.This one looked… different.The reporter contin

Chapter Two Hundred and Six“Everything has been handled exactly the way you asked.”Victor’s voice came through the phone steady and clear, but there was a hint of curiosity underneath it. Not doubt. Just the kind that came from working with Damien long enough to know when something mattered more than it looked on the surface.Damien stood by the window in his office, one hand resting lightly against the glass, his gaze fixed on the city below. The view stretched wide in front of him, but he wasn’t really looking at it.“Nothing is tied back to the company,” Victor continued. “No names, no direct channels. All donations went through private intermediaries. Even the hospital administration doesn’t know where it’s coming from.”Damien didn’t respond immediately.He let the words settle, not because he needed time to understand them, but because he was making sure every detail aligned with what he wanted.“And the media?” he finally asked.Victor let out a quiet breath. “There’s no cove

Chapter Two Hundred and EightA few weeks passed quietly, but not in a way that went unnoticed.Things had settled into a rhythm for Damien. Not forced. Not something he was trying to build. It just happened on its own. His days were filled with work, meetings, decisions, and long hours at the company. His nights were calmer now, spent either reviewing files or sitting in silence without feeling the need to escape it.The Greyson Group had stabilized in a way people outside could clearly see. Investors were more confident. Internal conflicts had reduced. Even the board, who once watched Damien with doubt, had started to trust his judgment again.He didn’t celebrate any of it.He just worked.That morning, Damien was already in his office before most of the staff arrived. The city outside his window was just beginning to move, but inside, everything felt steady and organized. Papers were arranged neatly on his desk, his laptop open to a financial report he had been reviewing since earl

Chapter Two Hundred and TenThe day finally came without any announcement.It didn’t feel special when it started. It didn’t feel heavy or different. It was just another morning that moved forward like every other one before it.But for Aria, it carried something she chose not to name.The airport was busy when she arrived. People moving in different directions, voices overlapping, announcements echoing from above. She moved through it all quietly, her steps steady, her mind focused on what she needed to do.This was work.That was the only thing she allowed herself to hold onto.She kept her attention on the process. Boarding. Finding her seat. Placing her bag properly. Sitting down without rushing. Everything simple, controlled, familiar.The flight itself passed without much thought. She didn’t try to sleep. She didn’t scroll through her phone endlessly either. She simply sat there, looking out of the window at intervals, her thoughts coming and going without settling on anything t