All Chapters of His Doctor Bride: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter Forty TwoSuzan entered the estate quietly, checking behind her before shutting the door. She didn’t want anyone to see her. She walked straight to the staff quarters, opened her small locker, pushed aside her uniforms, and carefully hid the packages Clara gave her. She shut the locker quickly and pressed her palm on it for a few seconds, as if sealing a secret.“Once Damien is discharged… I’ll start,” she muttered to herself with a small, nervous breath.Clara arrived at Clearview Hospital in a big pair of sunshades that covered half her face. Her long hair bounced behind her as she walked with confidence, holding her small designer bag like she owned the building.People turned immediately some in shock, some excited.But soon, whispers started.“That’s Clara… Clara Johnson …”“Oh my God, it’s really her.”A woman holding a food flask gasped and rushed over. “Clara, please… please can I get a selfie? I love you so much.”Another man joined quickly. “Please sign my biography

Chapter Forty FourAria had come back from the hospital earlier than expected. Damien was coming home today, and even though nothing special was supposed to happen, she took it upon herself to prepare something decent. Not because she felt anything deep, not because she cared in that way, but because it was part of the role she had accepted. A contract was still a contract.The kitchen was quiet when she stepped in. The maids moved carefully around her, knowing her position in the house even if she rarely acted like someone who enjoyed authority. Aria tied her hair back, washed her hands, and stood by the counter, going through the ingredients slowly. She was focused, calm, and thinking mostly about Damien’s condition and the instructions the doctor had given.Suzan stood a few steps away, pretending to wipe the counter. Her eyes moved often, watching Aria without making it obvious. Her heart was beating faster than normal. She had barely slept the night before. The memory of Clara’s

Chapter Forty SixSuzan locked herself inside the store room and pressed her back against the wooden shelf. The wood was rough against her skin, but she didn’t move. Buckets were stacked beside her, cartons of soap and disinfectant piled carelessly, a mop leaning against the wall like it had been abandoned in a hurry. The place smelled of detergent and damp cloth, a smell she had grown used to over the years.Her phone was pressed tightly to her ear.She kept glancing at the door, half-expecting it to open at any moment. Her heart was beating too fast, the kind of beating that made her feel like everyone could hear it. She lowered her voice even more, almost whispering.“Remember, Suzan,” Clara said firmly on the other end of the call. Her voice was smooth and confident, the kind of voice that never doubted itself. “You want to be seen on magazines. You want people to read your name on newspapers. You want to be the best runner up. You have to do this.”Suzan closed her eyes.The word

Chapter Forty EightDamien’s phone rang for the first time that night.He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his injured arm resting carefully against his side. He hadn’t even bothered to lie down. Sleep wasn’t coming. It never did anymore. His thoughts kept running in circles, always ending at the same place.Clara...He had called her so many times earlier that evening that he had lost count. Once. Twice. Ten times. More. Each time the call rang out, his jaw tightened. Each missed call felt like rejection. Like she was choosing not to answer him.Now the screen lit up.Her name filled the phone.Clara.For a second, he just stared at it, his thumb hovering over the screen. His heart picked up speed, the way it always did whenever her name appeared. All the anger he had been holding melted into something softer, something desperate.He answered immediately.“Baby,” he said softly, almost like he was afraid she might disappear if he spoke too loud.“Damien,” Clara replied. Her voice

Chapter FiftyThe pictures were old.That was the first thing Aria noticed.They were slightly bent at the edges, the corners soft like they had been touched many times. She held one carefully, afraid it might tear if she wasn’t gentle enough.Damien looked… different.Not the Damien who shouted.Not the Damien who slammed doors.Not the Damien who looked at her like she was dirt under his shoes.This Damien was smiling.His hair was longer, falling freely over his forehead. His eyes looked warm, almost playful. He had his arm around a woman Aria guessed was his mother. She was beautiful. Tall, elegant, with the same brown hair Damien had. The same eyes too.Now Aria understood.“That’s where you got it from,” she whispered to herself.She sat slowly on the edge of the bed, the picture still in her hand. She picked another one from the drawer.Damien laughing.Damien at what looked like a birthday party.Damien standing beside his mother, holding a cake, his smile wide and real.“He u