24 Seven By Big Time Rush Novels & Stories

[Ms. Fleming, will you continue the treatment? If you will, don't forget to collect your medicine.] [Ms. Fleming, your condition is quite serious. It will only deteriorate if you don't treat it. Don't give up. If you do, you'll forget everything in seven days.] I looked at the messages from Dr. Chester Richmond for a long time without replying. Perhaps having amnesia was not such a bad thing after all. I could not recall anything worth remembering in my entire life.

I grabbed a brick-shaped object and cracked open a walnut with it. One of the guards trembled as he spoke up. "Ms. Zoe, the brick you just used was Mr. Slater Senior's phone." Daniel froze when he saw the shattered screen, then burst into laughter. "It's okay. Zoe just likes using phones to smash walnuts. But this thing isn't only for cracking nuts. Here, I'll show you…" He pulled up different apps and features, demonstrating them with childlike enthusiasm. I marveled at the device. "To think that only 50 years have passed, yet the times have changed so much. How amazing."

Bryan’s gaze swept over my body with a bone-chilling coldness. “We haven’t met in so long. Aren’t you… going to say hello?” I looked at him, and my lips parted slightly. A thousand words gathered on my tongue, yet what came out was something else. “Bryan, please lend me another $300,000.” Bryan was stunned for a moment. A hint of anger lit up his cold eyes. He grabbed my hand. “We haven’t met for seven years, and this is all you have to say to me?”

I looked at the sparkling letters in the night sky, feeling as if I were in a different lifetime. Yes, seven years. From the innocent princess of the Vettori family to the Donna of the Marino Family. These seven years had changed me so much. Enough to turn deep love into betrayal, and vows into lies. Lucian turned me to face him, his dark green eyes so focused they seemed to melt me. "Seven years, and every year I've wanted to give you the best." He slowly leaned in to kiss me. If I hadn't heard him and Sophia moaning in his office yesterday, I might have been fooled by this Oscar-worthy performance until the day I died.

Rose looked at her. The flat held its breath. Seven o'clock.

When I reached the intersection outside the manor district, 12 black Rolls-Royce Phantoms came to a synchronized stop in front of me through the snowstorm. The door of the car in the middle opened. Micah stepped out wearing a custom-made black overcoat. He strode toward me through the snow. The moment he saw my thin clothing and frostbitten cheeks, there was a look of fury that surged rapidly in his eyes. He removed the overcoat that still carried his body heat and wrapped it tightly around me, pulling me protectively into his arms.

The screen lit up with an incoming call from Joseph. I stared at it for a long time, so long that the carriage had moved at a uniform speed before I slowly answered. "Where are you?" "In the bridal carriage." He seemed not to hear me clearly. Before he could respond, a staff member's voice came through the phone. "Mr. Kingsley, a traditional Arin is happening up ahead. It's very authentic. We just made it in time for the final shoot. If we film this, it'll be the perfect closing scene for the documentary."

Suddenly, a fat hand extended over. “Hey, come and have a drink with me.” The overweight man dragged me toward the washroom. Just as I was about to be dragged into the washroom, Jeremy, who was focused on finding Bailey, finally realized what was happening to me. His eyes were bloodshot as he punched the pervert. He did not stop until the pervert was covered in blood. Jeremy then hugged me with his trembling hands. “Don’t worry, I’m here. It’s fine now.” I grabbed his arms, and it was as if I had been transported back in time to that rainy night seven years ago.

“O-okay…” “Come again?” “…okay, Carlisle.” He smiled. “Good girl.” Just like that, seven minutes was over.