All Chapters of A Wife For Seven Days : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Xander came out of the bathroom, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up neatly to his elbows. He dragged the towel roughly over his hair, pushing it back until it fell in uneven waves, droplets tracing down his temples. He hesitated at the door, one hand on the knob, the other rubbing the back of his neck as though the simple act of speaking was far too heavy. “You can… uh—” his voice cracked slightly, and he cleared his throat to cover it, eyes darting away from her face. “You can freshen up now. I’m… done.” His words came clipped, sharp as always, but the small break in his voice betrayed him. Tatiana’s fingers gripped the blanket tighter. Her throat felt dry and she could not bring herself to meet his eyes either. She nodded quickly, her lashes lowered like a curtain. Then pushed herself off the bed, stumbling slightly as if the floor had shifted beneath her feet. “Th-thank you,” she murmured, her voice so soft it almost dissolved in the air between them. Without a second glance

“I’m not calling him, Hart.” Xander’s words were stern, his jaw locked like stone. “You have to, Michelle. Right now you’ve got no option. Either you ask for help from Karl or lose her…” David leaned back in his chair, his tone laced with mockery, the corner of his lips twitching upward despite the seriousness carved on Xander’s face. Xander’s eyes flickered to the phone on the desk. A shadow of hesitation crossed him, the battle warring behind his expression as if the simple device carried the weight of his undoing. “Pick it up, Xander. You have to…” David urged. it was as if he was reeling in Xander's frustration. The silence pressed down on Xander heavier than his own thoughts when he picked the phone. He sat frozen, staring at the phone in his hand. His thumb hovered over the screen. He hated this. Hated that David had been right. Hated that the one person who could help was the one person he didn’t want to call— who would frustrate him to the core— was his only hope. He p

The study smelled of age and authority. Jacob sat in his leather chair, motionless. Calm. Silent. Watching. Noah stood opposite, chest heaving, eyes wild with a fury he could no longer contain. His hand hovered over the desk as if itching to sweep it bare. “You’re telling me,” he hissed, voice trembling with rage, “that you’ll just hand it all to him? To Xander?” Jacob’s eyes lifted slowly, meeting his son’s with unnerving stillness. “I am telling you,” he said, voice measured, deliberate, “that this matter is already decided. The papers will be signed. Whether my hand writes it willingly... or begrudgingly… it changes nothing. Tomorrow, the inheritance belongs to your nephew.” "I will never accept this!" Noah slammed his fist against the desk and the crack of bone on wood echoed. “You think I’ll sit here and watch him take everything I bled for? Everything that was supposed to be mine from the very beginning?” His voice broke into a near-shout, raw with bitterness. “I won’t! I’

The low hum of an engine broke the strained silence of the hall, every glance of anger shot toward the glass window. The sleek black car glided into the mansion. The car door opened, and David stepped out, crisp in his tailored suit. His shoes clicked smartly against the stone path as he entered the hall. His sharp eyes scanned the room, catching the tension clinging to Loretta and Isabel like smoke. His lips twitched, amused. “Good afternoon, ladies,” he said smoothly. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I would have to ask your permission...” “We were not speaking to you, David,” Loretta snapped. “And if you dare to interrupt again, you will have no job to return to,” she threatened. But David smiled. Job? Had she forgotten he was working for Xander and not the old man? “True, but your bitterness was loud enough to invite anyone into the conversation.” Isabel bristled. “You—” Then the door to Jacob’s office banged open. Noah stormed out, his face flushed red, his movement

"Red suits you, Tatiana. You look beautiful."Tatiana’s body betrayed her in that instant. A tremor ran through her fingers as she clasped them together, trying to still their nervous dance. Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she lowered her gaze quickly, unable to meet his eyes under the weight of his words. Her chest rose a little faster, each breath tinged with the sudden flutter that gripped her heart.Xander, lost in the moment, almost forgot himself—until Karl’s voice exploded in his ear.“That—wait, that was not my line. That was definitely from you! Bro, did I just hear you correctly? You actually complimented her?!” Karl’s tone was half disbelief, half gleeful hysteria, like a coach watching his star player pull off the impossible. “Holy shit, Alex, you’re not a robot after all!”The shock of Karl’s excitement jolted Xander from his daze, but not enough to erase what he saw before him. Tatiana’s ears had turned red, glowing as brightly as her flushed cheeks. She looked so undone