All Chapters of A Wife For Seven Days : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“You deserve to be seen.” Tatiana's eyes widened in shock. Heat rose along her neck. She pressed her palms together in her lap to still their trembling, but her lips parted in a small, startled smile. Xander’s gaze dipped, catching the faint curve of her smile, then rose to meet her eyes again. His hand twitched against the table as if fighting itself. For a moment, neither spoke. The noise of the restaurant faded to nothing, and all that remained was the soft glow of lantern light between them, the hush of their uneven breathing. “What is it? Are you staring?” Tatiana’s eyes flickered down, then up again, her voice barely above a whisper. “Who… who are you? You are not...” Her voice trailed off. Xander’s face twisted. Her words hit the raw nerve of his pride. Was she mocking him or what? He gritted his teeth, ready to roar. But before his reply could ignite, a shadow fell across the table. “Hello, sister-in-law!” Karl announced, his tone booming with feigned cheer, bowing l

The sedan rolled to a halt before the glittering glass entrance of the company. Tatiana sat in the car, dressed in a soft blue dress that brushed her knees. The fabric hugged her gently, simple yet elegant, paired with a casual pair of flats. Her hair framed her face in loose waves, and the natural light softened her features, giving her an effortless, understated beauty. She tugged her shawl tighter around her shoulders, steadying her nerves. David got out, glancing at Xander who stood by the entrance, waiting. “Do you want me to drive you two tonight?” “No need. I’ll drive.” Tatiana blinked, her surprise hidden poorly. Xander? Driving? The thought unsettled her, but before she could process it, Xander was already striding toward the doors. "It's showtime." Karl teased, clapping Xander on the shoulder in a way that was both affectionate and conspiratorial. “Give her a proper night, yeah? Don’t mess it up.” Then flashed a grin at Tatiana. “Goodbye, sister-in-law. I hope you en

The theatre screen flickered, but neither of them saw it. The movie’s monsters, the screams, the gasps of the crowd—all of it bled into nothing. The real scene was playing between them, a far quieter, far more dangerous script. Tatiana sat frozen, her breath catching as Xander’s fingers brushed through her hair and tucked a stray strand behind her ear. Her skin tingled at the touch, warmth flooding beneath the surface as though her body had betrayed her nerves. She dared not meet his gaze. Her lashes lowered, her eyes locked on the floor as if staring into him would unravel her completely. Xander studied her, his chest rising in slow, deliberate breaths. The control he had built his life on—the steel wall around his emotions, the fortress no one was permitted to breach—had all crumbled tonight—the wall was now lying in pieces. She had walked into his territory without permission, yet he wasn't ready to stop her. The fact was, he was enjoying how she was majestically stepping int

Tatiana looked at Xander, tensed. Her chest was tight, her breath caught halfway, as if the weight of his words had pressed into her ribs. Did he just say in-laws? The word spun in her head, strange, unsettling, too heavy to be casual. “Tatiana.” His gaze locked onto hers, sharp and unrelenting. “You’ve earned something most don’t. My thanks. I don’t offer it in business. I don’t offer it in life. But you—you forced me to recalibrate. And for that, you have it.” The blunt sincerity knocked her off balance. He wasn’t laying himself bare—he was too controlled for that—but the precision of his words cut deeper than sentiment ever could. She tried to breathe steadily. Silence framed them, delicate, fragile—until movement stirred at the edge of the gate. She didn't see it but Xander had seen it. Xander caught it at once. Recognition sliced through him. Derrick. He had noticed it long before they reached the house. At first, back at the company, he thought it was nothing—just anothe

“They’re about leaving now,” Derrick reported. A pause, then Tony’s voice slithered through, low and sharp. “Together?” “What do you mean together? They are married, Tony.” Derrick confirmed. “And hugging her. Like she belonged in his arms should be nothing.” Tony’s silence was thick. Derrick’s lips curled faintly, cruel amusement spilling into his words. “Enough, no one asked for your opinion!" The snarl in Tony’s voice cracked like a whip. The next sound was a violent crash. He stood trembling with fury. His chest rose and fell heavily, his fists clenched tight. His face twisted with rage, eyes blazing like a man ready to kill. His voice dropped lower but darker. “I will not let him take her from me. Do you hear me? I will never let that boy live.” His eyes narrowed, sharp and murderous. “Follow them!” "Wait, what? Again? Tony... hellooo..."Derrick hissed, careful not to be heard by Xander and Tatiana. "Damn you, Tony!" Selena stood, eyes wide with shock at the