All Chapters of A Wife For Seven Days : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Tiana's palms scraped against the cold marble as she clung to the wall, struggling to keep herself upright. Everything was against her. The corridor seemed to be titling ahead to her dismay and her legs were not helping either. Her breathing was fast , coupled with innate fear; her heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears. Tiana blinked, but the lights above swam and blurred into starbursts. “It’s useless, my dear niece. The drug is already in your blood. Soon you won’t even know where your mind ends. And your body..." her uncle scoffed," You can run, but you’ll end up in this room only and in my arms.” Just behind her, Tony's voice sliced through the door she had just slammed. He was right: the drug was no longer subtle. It was in her blood now, hot and relentless. Her skin prickled as though charged with electricity. Tiana could hear the echoes of his vicious laughter. Its menacing tune wormed its way into her spine. The hallway was empty — as it had b

In her room, the green silk dress hung on the wardrobe door. Tatiana stared blankly at it before taking it out. She slipped into it and stood before the mirror. The reflection that stared back looked elegant and composed—nothing like the storm brewing inside her. A mixture of feeling crept in. She had made the decision to escape all her problems. But, was that the right decision. “Oh, my girl,” Susan said softly, “are you sure this marriage is the best choice right now?” A tear welled in her eye, slipping down before she could stop it. Tatiana wiped it away quickly, not wanting Susan to see. Then lips curved into a faint smile that did not reach her eyes. “It’s the only way to gain my freedom, nanny. Mr. Michelle is a good man. I’m sure his grandson… will take after him.” The words felt hollow, even as she spoke them. But she had no other choice. This was her way out, her chance to step beyond the prison she had always called home. Tatiana’s phone began to ring, breaki

The board room was filled with a mixture of emotions. The striking words glared at Xander, burning like a mixture of bitterness and poison. His father had bequeathed everything to him. Now, fully grown, all that remained was to fill the hands of these vultures with their bags and expel them from both the mansion and the business. However, his inheritance came with an unexpected condition: he had to marry before claiming it? “Do you understand now, boy?” Xander’s knuckles turned white as they gripped the edge of the table. “Do you believe this will stop me?” “I don’t just believe it..."Jacob’s voice was smooth yet ominous."What, do you think you could easily drag me here and I will flinch? Alexander, you seem to not know me well. I came prepared.” “What exactly are you implying, old man?” "I am specifically referring to the provisions laid out in your father's will. Would you like me to recite it aloud?" With a sly grin, Jacob proceeded to read off the stipulations

PRESENT ***** Each click of Tatiana’s heels echoed in the silence of the boardroom. Her chin was lifted, shoulders back, and a sweet smile rested on her face—the way her father had taught her in childhood. 'A woman from a good family never looked intimidated. She owned every step, even when she wanted nothing more than to turn and run.' The green silk dress hugged her body perfectly, a thin belt cinching her waist. Her dark and wavy hair was carefully brushed, falling against her back like a flowing shadow. Her makeup was barely noticeable, lending her an air of composure that belied the rapid pounding of her heart. The boardroom was colder than she had expected. Not in temperature, but in the way every gaze lifted, fixed on her, and refused to look away. She could feel the weight of their scrutiny pressing against her skin when she entered. “Alexander,” Jacob began as Tatiana drew near, “allow me to introduce Miss Tatiana Richardson, the only child of the Richardson fa

For a minute, Tatiana lingered at their door, breathing unevenly. Her fist clenched so hard that the ring on her finger almost cut into her palm. “Ma’am, are you going in?” Tatiana raised her head. David was standing beside her, his hand already resting on the brass handle of the door. A faint, brittle smile crossed her lips, followed by a slow nod. Then David pushed the door open. Tatiana’s feet moved on their own. Her house was the last place she wanted to be but she need to pack. “Where do you think you’re going, girl?” Tony’s voice sliced through the atmosphere the moment she entered. His temple was twitching violently. Tatiana halted, taking a glance. They were all there: her uncle, her mother, and her cousin Selena. Cassandra sat with a glossy magazine, barely looking up. Selena leaned on the couch, her lips curled in a smug smile. And Tony sat like an angry lion ready to pounce on his prey. “Oh, uncle,” Selena scoffed bitterly, “what do you expect from a loose