Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Wife For Seven Days : Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

Xander glanced down at the firm grip on his arm. Selena’s fingers were wrapped around him as if claiming him in front of the cameras and crew.With his gaze still ahead, he leaned slightly away, just enough to convey subtle resistance without drawing the wrong kind of attention.“Selena… focus on your work.” he murmured, his voice low, controlled, almost a warning—but the corners of his mouth twitched, betraying a hint of irritation he refused to voice fully.She looked up at him with an indulgent smile, tightening her hold as if daring him to protest further. “I know,” she said, voice sweet, honeyed, but laced with calculated confidence. “I just want the world to see how supportive my husband is.”Selena’s gaze flicked to Tatiana across the room, her eyes sparkling with triumph, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.She was certain that Tatiana's composure would crack, that the tension of the cameras, the reporters, the pressure of the shoot would finally expose Evelyn for

Selena stood rigid, her voice trembling but desperate. “Xander, I didn’t go anywhere near the rig—I wasn’t close enough to touch anything. I swear.” Xander ignored the denial entirely, his expression hardening. “Bring the CCTV footage to the upper room. Now.” His voice cut through the space, leaving no room for questions, and the security hurried. He headed to the upper room with Freda following as people watched the tension following like a shadow. Selena wished she didn’t have to face this humiliation, but she started it. The reporter seemed not yo care about the tension, only clicking and capturing every detail. Xander took a seat at the head of the table, posture straight. Freda settled into the chair beside him, crossing one leg over the other, her face readable but alert—like someone who already knew she was about to witness something ugly unfold. A sharp knock hit the door few minutes later. Xander didn’t lift his head. “Bring it in,” he commanded, his tone d

The echo of the second slap still lingered in the studio, a sharp, almost tangible crack that vibrated through the air. “What just happened?” one of the makeup artists whispered, eyes wide, hands covering their mouths. “Did… did she just hit her?” another asked, "Why not? Mrs Mitchelle sent Ma'am Evelyn a wrong draft. And then she almost got killed by the light. Would you take it lightly if you were in her place?" Tatiana’s assigned assistant added. "Guys, I heard Ma'am Selena intentionally brought the press in to humiliate Ma'am Evelyn." "Really?" "Yes, that woman is vicious! It's good she was asked to apologise. I really want to see her face right now!" Another sneered.Xander’s head turned instinctively toward the dressing room, the flicker of movement in his eyes betraying his immediate urge to step in. He started forward. Freda moved faster. She intercepted him before he could take another step. Her hand, firm and unyielding, touched his arm, stopping him cold. “Y

Karl’s voice cut through the room like a blade.“Isn’t anyone going to tell me anything?”His question hung in the air, suspended in the thick, suffocating silence that followed the revelation on his phone.For a moment, no one spoke. Not because they didn’t want to—but because their minds were racing, colliding with every possibility, every consequence, every terrifying angle of what the headline meant.Xander sat utterly still.David’s hand remained pressed to his temple.Karl looked from one face to another, frustration burning behind his eyes.Before anyone could mutter even a breath of explanation, the office door clicked open.James stepped inside.He took only one look at the tension in the air—the way Xander’s fists were clenched, David’s jaw tight, Karl pacing—and he stopped mid-step.“Sir…” James swallowed, straightened, then spoke more carefully. “Mr. Ratford is here.”Everything froze.David’s head snapped up. “Oh, hell,” he whispered under his breath.Karl blinked in conf

Kelvin lounged in the corner of the lounge, a glass of amber liquid in his hand and a charming smirk playing across his face. Around him, a small circle of ladies laughed at some witty remark he had made, their attention captured effortlessly. He leaned back, one leg leisurely crossed over the other, a look of confident amusement painted across his face. “Come on, sir” one of the ladies teased, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You always say the funniest things.” Kelvin's smile widened. “Funny? I prefer ‘entertaining.’ When it comes to beautiful women like you, I'm a gentleman. ” He winked, eliciting a collective giggle. His easy demeanour, however, was interrupted when he noticed the tension in the lounge shift. Heads subtly turned toward the staircase leading from the upper floors. Kelvin’s eyes followed the movement, and his smile faltered slightly as he saw Liam descending like a wounded lion. Kelvin rose smoothly, abandoning his drink, his face now ca