All Chapters of A Wife For Seven Days : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Xander stepped out of the car and went straight for the doors.His head throbbed. His chest still felt tight from the hospital, from the questions burning holes through his skull, from the name Damian echoing where it didn’t belong.He was halfway up the steps when a voice cut through the air behind him.“Alexander.”His stride halted.When he turned, the sight that waited for him made his jaw tighten.Ingrid, Noah and Jacob—among the few people who shouldn’t be here without their niece—Tony and Cassandra.They weren’t here for him.Xander knew that instantly.They were here to inspect damage.And his uncle didn’t spare a minute.“I heard you collapsed,” he said, not even pretending to sound concerned. “Honestly, Alexander… if you can’t handle something as simple as a company, you were never born to sit in that chair to begin with.”The words landed deliberately.A test.Xander’s lips curved.This was not the time for Noah’s mockery. He expected it, but he didn’t need that now.Xander

Xander stopped outside Ariana’s door. He turned the handle slowly, easing it open just enough to slip inside. The room was dim, the soft glow of the night lamp barely touching the small figure curled beneath the covers. She was asleep, peaceful, unaware of the storm that surrounded her name. Asleep. He carefully, closing the door without a sound. Crossing the room, he sat on the edge of the bed, his movements slow, deliberate. His fingers brushed gently through her hair. Soft. Warm. Real. He bent and pressed a light kiss to her forehead. “My beautiful princess,” he murmured under his breath. His eyes lingered on her face, searching—without meaning to. Xander released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. What if Evelyn is Tatiana? The thought slid in uninvited, sharp and sudden. His heart tightened. A part of him—stupid, desperate—wished David would walk through the door right now with the answer. With proof. With the impossible truth that Evelyn was Ta

The words echoed in David’s head as he left the office.Evelyn Ratford… is dead.His steps slowed. Then stopped.He just didn't know how to react.The realization hit him all at once—cold.Evelyn Ratford was Tatiana.By the time he reached his car, his hands were shaking. He sat behind the steering wheel for a long moment, staring straight ahead and contemplating how Xander was going to take this news.Karl was waiting when David got home.One look at his face and Karl straightened.“I’ve been waiting,” he said.David didn’t answer. He dropped onto the couch instead.Karl moved closer, impatience creeping in.“So?” he pressed. “What did you find?”David inhaled deeply, held it, then exhaled.Karl snapped, “David—what did you find? Don't leave me hanging!”David lifted his head. The last he wanted was getting a headache from his cousin's screaming.“It’s her,” he said flatly. “Tatiana is still alive.”Karl exploded to his feet.“I said it!” he shouted. “I told you! That woman couldn’t

Tatiana had made up her mind. This family who had kept things from her was nothing but strangers now. She would make her own decisions, rather than live under their lies. She was grateful they had at least saved her—but she couldn’t stay beholden to them. She would face whatever was coming, no matter the cost, on her own. The faint click of the door startled them. Two men stepped inside. Their expressions were unreadable, but Liam knew them too well. The detective he recognized instantly—calm, precise, but tense; the man accompanying him was unfamiliar, yet something in his posture and the slight twitch of his eye screamed trouble. Tatiana’s eyes darted between them nervously, while Damian mirrored her caution, though his gaze flicked repeatedly toward the unknown man. Liam’s eyes were fixed on the new face from the civil registry, sensing the tension hanging heavy in the air. The detective cleared his throat, finally speaking asfter they were offered aa seat. “Mr.

Tatiana sat at the far end of the boardroom table, her posture straight, her expression cold and composed. Her hands rested neatly before her, The early-morning meeting was a farce, and she knew it. She had known it the moment the summons came. Xander knew she was alive. This—this summons, this urgency—was nothing more than his attempt to force proximity, to corner her where she could not walk away easily. What she did not expect was how quickly he would arrive. The boardroom doors swung open without warning. Xander was the first to stride in. He stopped dead the moment his eyes landed on her. For a heartbeat, the room ceased to exist. He stared. It was as if the world narrowed to that single chair, His face drained of all color, his jaw tightening so sharply it looked painful. His eyes moved over her as though afraid she would vanish if he blinked— Not as a man looking at a stranger—but as someone confronting a ghost that had crawled back into flesh. She had