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Seven Minutes in Heaven NINETY
Reigna“Violet! Violet!”I tried to call for her over and over again, but it’s no use.I lost track of time since the heavy wooden door clanged shut above me, plunging me into absolute darkness. The sound echoed eerily, a final, chilling punctuation mark to Violet’s twisted game. The faint moonlight that had once pierced the mill’s dilapidated roof was now gone, swallowed by the sudden, suffocating blackness.Panic, cold and sharp, constricted my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs.“Please, somebody!” I tried to scream, but only a ragged gasp escaped my lips, lost in the vast, echoing silence that pressed in from all sides. The dust motes, illuminated moments before, now felt like invisible particles choking me.My leg throbbed, a searing, insistent pain that radiated from my ankle up to my hip. I tentatively reached down, my fingers brushing against the rough, splintered wood of the collapsed floor, and then—something wet and sticky. Blood.A raw, guttural whimper escaped me. I w
Seven Minutes in Heaven EIGHTY-NINE
ReignaThe afternoon sun spilled through the conservatory windows, painting warm stripes across the vibrant cushions of the wicker sofa.Erwin, nestled between Carlisle and me, was a picture of focused concentration, his tongue peeking out from the corner of his mouth as he meticulously colored a fearsome-looking dragon. Carlisle’s arm was draped loosely around my shoulders, his fingers occasionally brushing against my temple as he interacted with out son.Life has been peaceful—if we don’t go outside, that is.“Look, Mama Reigna! Papa! He has fire breath!” Erwin exclaimed, holding up his masterpiece with a proud grin.My heart swelled. “It’s magnificent, sweetie. The fiercest dragon I’ve ever seen.”My phone, resting on the glass-topped coffee table, buzzed, its sudden vibration jarring the peaceful atmosphere. I glanced at the screen – an unknown number. Frowning slightly, I reached for it. “Oh, that’s odd.” Mumbling to myself, I picked it up.“Hello?”A voice, saccharine sweet and
Seven Minutes in Heaven EIGHTY-EIGHT
Violet"Oh, isn't that just precious?" I cooed into my phone, my voice dripping with ironic sweetness. On the other end, Brenda, my most reliable source in the gossip rags, practically vibrated with excitement."The happy little family outing. Carlisle, Reigna, and… my Erwin." I punctuated the last two words with a delicate sigh, the kind that hinted at a deep, maternal sorrow."The pictures are gold, Violet," Brenda practically squealed. "The public is eating it up. The comments sections are a war zone between your fans and theirs!""Excellent," I purred, a genuine smile gracing my lips – the kind that could charm a viper. "Keep those whispers going, Brenda. Emphasize the ‘unconventional’ nature of their little setup. And perhaps… a little reminder of Reigna’s colorful past? You know, before she conveniently snagged a billionaire.""Consider it done, darling," Brenda chirped. "You always know how to make things interesting."As I hung up, the sweet smile vanished, replaced by a hard,
Seven Minutes in Heaven EIGHTY-SEVEN
ReignaThe park was bustling with the energy of the early evening. Families wrapped in warm sweaters, children running and playing, laughter filling the air. Erwin had been practically bouncing in his car seat all the way here, and now, dressed in his pirate costume, he looked like a miniature hero ready to conquer the jungle gym.Carlisle and I exchanged a look of both excitement and nerves as we held his hands, walking towards the playground."Ready, Captain Starlight?" Carlisle asked with a smile that was just for Erwin, and for a moment, I saw a softness in him that wasn't usually there."Aye aye, Captain!" Erwin saluted, his voice still echoing with the enthusiasm from his performance.We found a spot on a bench, slightly away from the main crowd, but not hidden. Carlisle's hand found its way to the small of my back, a gentle reassurance that was both comforting and unsettling. His touch was a reminder of what we were about to do—make a public stand.As Erwin climbed the ropes an
Seven Minutes in Heaven EIGHTY-SIX
Reigna“Mommy, we will have a play this Friday! Come watch me, okay?” Four days.Four entire days since Carlisle kissed me in that quiet office and promised to show the world the truth—the truth that we were a family, fractured but real.And during those four days, everything moved at once and not at all. The public’s mood simmered into curiosity, not yet trust, and though Marcus’s team had buried the worst of Violet’s media storm, the aftertaste still clung to every headline and thread like smoke that refused to dissipate.Carlisle kept to his word. He didn’t just sit behind his desk barking orders—he acted. He appeared briefly in public with statements carefully crafted but not rehearsed, raw but precise, condemning the exploitation of his son’s name and identity, affirming his commitment to protecting the people closest to him. But he never named me—not yet.Instead, he let the silence of omission become something of a challenge. Something that led to this very moment.Today is Fri
Seven Minutes in Heaven EIGHTY-FIVE
ReignaMorning came gently, the soft gray light filtering in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse like a whispered apology.The city beyond was waking up, but I wasn’t ready. My limbs were heavy beneath the silk sheets, my eyes open but unfocused, and for a few quiet minutes, I just lay there—listening to the faint hum of traffic, the distant clink of dishes from the kitchen, the sound of footsteps muffled against the carpeted floor.When I finally rose and padded into the hallway, the scent of toasted bread and strawberries hit me first. The second thing was Erwin’s laughter—high-pitched and breathless, coming from the living room where Lucy knelt beside him, helping him arrange toy soldiers across the rug.He wore his usual pajama set, mismatched socks, and the cardboard pirate hat Carlisle had made him last weekend."Fire the cannons!" Erwin yelled, tossing a pillow dramatically into the air. Lucy gave an exaggerated gasp and collapsed to the side, feigning defeat.
Seven Minutes in Heaven EIGHTY-FOUR
Carlisle“Good day to be a sleepy princess, huh?” I mumbled under my breath, brushing a few strands of Reigna’s hair away from her face as she peacefully slept beside me, tucked neatly under the blankets which left only a few of her marked skin on display.I hadn’t slept. Not really. After I comforted her, I’d spent most of the night buried in calls, my team scrambling to pull down photos, issue cease-and-desist orders to entertainment outlets, and threaten defamation suits where needed.But the internet moved faster than any of us, and by the time dawn broke, the damage was already done.Reigna’s face was everywhere—our picnic captured through a stranger’s lens, twisted into a story we hadn’t written. Some photos were from paparazzi way back too.Violet started all of this because she thinks she has the upper hand.She emerged like a phoenix from ash she ignited herself, posting three photos to her social media: One of her cradling Erwin as an infant, another of him asleep on her sho
Seven Minutes in Heaven SPECIAL CHAPTER: UNNAMED SPARKS
Third person[RED WARNING]Reigna glanced over at Carlisle, seated on the sleek leather sofa with a tumbler of top-shelf scotch in hand. He cut an imposing figure even now, his broad shoulders set with tension despite his best efforts to appear unruffled.Sensing her gaze, Carlisle set down his drink and rose to his feet in one fluid motion. In a few strides, he had crossed the room and pulled Reigna into his arms, his large hands settling on her hips."Easy there, princess," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "I know it's a lot to take in, but we'll get through this together. I promise."Reigna leaned into his embrace, savoring the solid strength of his body even as her mind raced with worries about the future of their unconventional relationship. She could feel Carlisle tense as he sensed her restlessness."Here," he said firmly, stepping back and taking her by the hand. "Why don't we play a game to take your mind off things for a bit?”The game they haven’t played
Seven Minutes in Heaven EIGHTY-THREE
CarlisleI had barely stepped back into the penthouse before the first barrage of calls started rolling in.My phone buzzed in my hand like it was possessed, relentless with notifications, each one more damning than the last. I didn’t need to look at the screen to know what they were about. The moment I saw the photo—Reigna, Erwin, and me, sitting under the spring sun with our fingertips barely touching—it was like watching the beginning of a forest fire: quiet at first, until everything was engulfed in flames.The media hadn’t wasted a second.They were calling it everything from a scandalous reappearance to a shameless PR stunt. My name was being thrown around in headlines with words like cheater, liar, and executive playboy as if the truth could be painted with gossip and hashtags.Worse than that, Reigna was being dragged again—her name splashed across articles as the “former assistant turned lover,” a woman who used her position to claw her way into my personal life.And the wor
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