Todos los capítulos de A Wife For Seven Days : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

“Grandfather,” Xander’s voice rang out, “may I introduce to you all… Mrs. Tatiana Alexander Michelle—my wife.” Xander said with a curt smile. His eyes were gleeful as if what he said meant more than just words. Tatiana stood still with her eyes sweeping across the faces before her. None of them were new, but Jacob’s gaze pierced her with a sting of hurt that nearly buckled her knees. The old man’s face hardened, a mixture of surprise and disappointment etching his features. He had brought her into this family. Did she just betray him? Tatiana’s heart twisted with guilt under the weight of Jacob's stare. On the other hand, Alexander was reeling in the expressions of everyone's face: shock, confusion and hate. He drank it in like wine, savoring every bit of it. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, he rose majestically from the couch. Each step of his polished shoes echoed deliberately across the floor, he strode toward Tatiana. His eyes were no longer dark or cold. The corners o

Tatiana froze, her heart hammering wildly as Noah’s voice replayed in her mind. Her fingers quivered wildly as she unlocked the phone. When the screen lit up, the name “Mr. Michelle” glowed back at her. She shook so hard her fingers almost dropped the device. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and when she finally jabbed at the green button, her whole body trembled as though electricity coursed through her veins. The line rang. Once. Twice. But no answer. “Please, pick up,” Xander wasn’t picking. His phone buzzed against the polished glass table and the screen lit up: “Gold Digger.” “Gold digger? Seriously, Xander? That’s what you've saved her number?” David chuckled with amusement.He at across with a glass of whiskey in hand, arched a brow. A slow smirk curved his lips as he leaned closer to read the name. Next to Xander, a guy with tie loosened and his grin careless sat—nearly choking on his drink. He slapped the arm of the couch, laughing. “Gold digger? Oh, come

“Mum…” It was deep into the night when Tatiana's eyes flung open . She sat up quickly, heart hammering. Maybe it. was a nightmare. Her body was tired, but her mind was restless. The unsettling behavior she had witnessed from Xander earlier and then uncle Noah's confession, haunted her mind, perhaps fueling a disturbing dream. Glancing at her phone screen, she saw the time — 2 a.m. She flipped her phone face down and decided to grab the little sleep she could afford. Just as her body sank into the sheets, the voice returned, faint but desperate. “Mum… don’t go… please…” Tatiana’s eyes snapped open again, this time sharper and more focused as the voice became clearer. That was not her dream. That was a voice. It was not hers. Xander. She looked over at the couch. Xander was turning. His voice was cracked and trembling. Tatiana's whole body froze. Then she heard it again. A soft sound. Sobs. Whispers. "Dad... wake up...Wake up, please…” Startled, Tatiana pulle

Xander lounged on the couch, his body angled in a way that spoke of control without effort. He sat in charcoal gray with faint pinstripes suit, crisp white shirt beneath, open at the collar, made him look less rigid but no less imposing. Everything about him radiated composure. Cold precision. The kind of presence that could silence a boardroom with one glance. Untouchable power. “You need to apologize to her.” David’s voice still rang in his head. It had sounded so simple coming from David, but to Zender it was like being asked to move mountains. He never apologized. Not to rivals. Not to his staff. Not even to friends. And yet, here he was, feeling the weight of three letters—sorry—press down on his chest as though it would cost him everything to let them out. The bedroom door creaked open. Zender’s reflexes were sharp. Without hesitation, he picked up his phone and focused on it with deliberate intensity, his thumb swiping over the blank screen just to look occupied.

Tatiana exited the taxi, adjusting the scarf wrapped tightly around her neck to conceal the marks beneath it. From across the restaurant, she spotted Freda at the far corner waving so enthusiastically that people turned to look. “Tatty!” Freda’s voice rang out through the room, drawing some surprised stares. “Over here, over here!” A smile crept across Tatiana’s face— Freda was impossible to ignore, a ball of energy and shamelessness, even in public. As Freda approached, nearly stumbling over someone’s bag in the aisle, Tatiana laughed before she could reach out and pull her to their table. “You’re just as clumsy as ever,” Tatiana teased. “And you—” Freda leaned in, eyes narrowed and a sly grin forming, “you look... different. What happened to all that ‘I’m being forced to marry a stranger’ drama? I expected to see you entering in tears.” “Freda?!” Tatiana half-stammered. “Fine! No more teasing.” Freda’s tone softened slightly, but then she noticed the scarf again, her