All Chapters of A Wife For Seven Days : Chapter 161 - Chapter 168

Eighteen-year-old Liam sat in the room, posture sharp, eyes narrowed, radiating the bossy authority that always made the servants uneasy. The early morning light streamed through the windows, but it did nothing to soften the tension curling in his chest as he waited. A servant appeared at the doorway, bowing low. “The detective is waiting for you, young master,” the servant said carefully. Liam lifted his chin, ignoring the bow, and strode past without a word. His boots clicked sharply on the marble floor, the sound echoing in the silent halls. His mind raced, each step heavier than the last, his body tense as he anticipated the news he’d been waiting for. When he entered the hall, the detective rose immediately. “Sir,” the man said, voice tight, “I have new developments on your sister." "Straight to the point, man..." The man swallowed hard. He was still not used to the arrogance or the cold expressions. He thought feeding him news about his sister for a year would

Selena felt the world tilt. Her breath hitched. Her fingers loosened from the table, then clenched back again. She looked at the reporter as if he had just stabbed her in the chest with her own secrets. “So, Mrs Michelle… given all these circumstances, the timing of her death, your marriage to Mr Michelle, and now this resemblance…” He smirked, “It is safe to say jealousy was the reason you attacked Mrs Ratford, right?” The room exploded. Not with sound—no, the sound came a half-second later. But first came the shock. Every face turned toward Selena—hungry, curious, unforgiving. Cameras fired like artillery. They whispered fiercely, elbowing each other. One shouted, “Is that why you hurt Mrs Ratford?!” Another, “Did you feel threatened by her?” The hall was filled with chaos. Selena’s entire body trembled uncontrollably now. Her mascara flickered with moisture she tried desperately to hold back. She bit her lower lip until it blanched, fighting the panic rising in her che

Kelvin’s voice was sharp, almost slicing through the silence. “Jude… where is Jake?” “Your brother? He’s sleeping beside me.” Kelvin’s hand tightened around his phone. “How many times have I told him not to let you pick up his calls?” “Come on, dude,” Jude protested, sitting up. “I’m typically your family—I’m your brother’s boyfriend!” “I don’t care what you are,” Kelvin shot back, teeth gritted, “but don’t ever answer my calls again or you will be sorry!” Before Jude could reply, Kelvin slammed the phone down, ending the call abruptly. He turned sharply, only to freeze as Damian’s figure loomed in the doorway. “Damian!…” Kelvin started, panic threading his voice. “What, did I scare you, little brother?!” Damian said casually, a faint smirk curling his lips. His eyes, however, were sharp, reading Kelvin like an open book. Kelvin panted, trying to regain composure. “Since when… have you been by the door?” “Long enough to hear everything you reported,” Damian said coo

Damian returned, calm, carrying a sleek black pistol. He set it on the coffee table in front of Liam with deliberate care, placing it so that Liam could reach it without standing. Liam’s eyes flicked briefly to the weapon, dark and unblinking, then returned to Kelvin, whose face had gone pale, sweat beading at his temples. Liam’s expression was a mask of controlled fury, every muscle in his jaw tight, nostrils flaring ever so slightly. His eyes, sharp and cold, pierced Kelvin’s hesitation, reading the fear before a single word was spoken. There was a calmness in Liam that was almost unnerving, as if the storm around him had no power to touch the eye he had become. “Now, you’re going to tell me everything. No lies. No half-truths. Who else is involved, and what’s their plan?” Liam said, voice even but laced with a lethal undertone that made Kelvin flinch. The calmness of his tone belied the intensity in his gaze, which could strip a man bare. Kelvin nodded rapidly, swallowing hard,