All Chapters of His Doctor Bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter Twenty-Two“You mean Damien didn’t sleep at home?” Richard asked, his voice already sharp. Aria stood near the long dining table, her hands folded in front of her. She didn’t look up. She kept her eyes straight, like she was afraid to meet his.“Yes, sir. And he missed all his medications for yesterday,” she said. Her face looked pale, almost drained. Before Richard could say another word, Damien walked in. His steps were heavy, too loud for that early morning. He didn’t look tired, he looked bothered like something was feeding on him from inside.Richard stood immediately. His chair dragged back.“Where were you last night?” Richard asked, his voice low but rough. His jaw tightened. His fists were already folding on their own.“Why do you care?” Damien shot back. He didn’t stop walking. He didn’t pretend. He just stared at his father with no fear.“You have a wife now,” Richard said. “You dare skip nights in this house? You forgot your responsibilities, your medications eve

Chapter 24"Can we meet at Hill Top Café?" John’s text popped up on Clara’s phone.She read it, her fingers hovering for a moment, a small smile tugging at her lips. It had been a while since they met in person, and a flutter of excitement ran through her.“Okay, I’ll be there, baby,” she typed back, pressing send before she could overthink it.Moments later, she was at the café, dressed carefully. Her blonde hair shone under the café’s soft lights, cascading in waves over her shoulders. Her outfit was flawless, perfectly casual yet alluring, something that would make heads turn without seeming too deliberate. She took a deep breath and reminded herself to act natural, to keep the air of ease she always carried so effortlessly.John was already there, sitting at a corner table. The moment he saw her, he stood and crossed the space between them in a few strides.He wrapped his arms around her in a warm embrace. “I missed you, baby,” he said, his voice low and full of longing.She lean

Chapter Twenty Six“Clara…” Damien breathed out, voice rough like he had been fighting something inside him.Aria’s head snapped toward him. She had been waiting for him to wake up, sitting on the edge of the chair with her hands folded, praying he wouldn’t get worse again. The moment his eyes opened, she moved closer, trying to check his pulse. Before she could speak, Richard rushed into the room as if he had been standing behind the door the whole time.“You dare not spit her name,” Richard yelled. “She’s the reason behind everything you’re going through!”Damien’s eyes opened wider. “Dad, don’t start. Don’t you dare say anything about her in this house.” His voice was louder now, shaking with anger. “You always find a way to blame her. You just hate her because I love her. Don’t start again!”“You fool,” Richard shot back. “I don’t care if you’re twenty-eight or eighty. You’re acting like a child. You are grounded. You are not stepping out of this estate. I’ll have every guard at

Chapter Twenty EightClara sat in the passenger seat of Richard’s black Escalade, legs crossed like she was posing for a luxury magazine. Her perfume filled the car so strongly that the driver had quietly rolled his window down. She didn’t even notice. She was too busy admiring her reflection in her phone camera, fixing her lipstick like she came for a fashion shoot instead of a serious conversation.Richard didn’t waste time. His patience had dried up long ago.He pulled out an envelope and dropped it on her lap.“Here. A cheque for one million dollars. Stay away from Damien,” he said, his voice rough from tiredness rather than anger.Clara froze. For a moment her jaw tightened, and she stared at the envelope like she wasn’t sure if she heard him correctly. One million dollars. She had dreamed of money like this. Money she didn’t need to work for. A mansion, cars, shelves filled with designer shoes, diamonds she could flash on her fingers. It could buy everything she pictured when

Chapter Thirty 8:55pmShe had dialed all of Damien’s lines, but none of them went through. Not even one rang long enough to reach voicemail.“Maybe he’s still angry about the hickey thing,” she whispered to herself, pacing around her living room with her phone stuck to her hand like a magnet.She tried again. Switched off.That wasn’t normal. Damien never ignored her calls this long. Even when they fought, even when she humiliated him, he still picked up. He would curse, shout, threaten to block her yet he always answered eventually. That was the one thing she could depend on: his obsession.But now, it was quiet. No response from him.That kind of silence wasn’t safe. She didn’t worry because she cared about him. She worried because a man like Damien, once he stopped caring, could ruin everything she had been building. Her deals. Her promotions. Her comfortable lifestyle.She dialed again, but before her finger pressed call, her doorbell rang.She froze for half a second, then fixed