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The grand Empress sighed a heavy breath and closed off the book. It had been a complete day since she was engrossed into the book and had finished only one life. The book was entitled as “7 days and 7 lives” which meant that there were still 6 pending for her to come across. She was already baffled and emotionally unstable at the moment witnessing all the Chaos that Trinity had been through all her life which had been engraved on the muffled pages of that heavenly book.

The contract was still sitting on the hotel desk. It hadn’t moved in hours. But it felt heavier every time I looked at it—like it was absorbing the weight of the decision I still hadn’t made. I had read it again. And again. Highlighted sections. Dog-eared pages. Searched the margins for hidden threats. But it remained exactly what Dominic said it was. Clean. Precise. Deceptively simple. A one-hundred-and-nine-day marriage. No emotional ties.

As I lost consciousness, I saw Levi running toward me. When I woke up again, the smell of disinfectants filled the air, and Levi sat beside me. As soon as he noticed I was awake, he grabbed my hand tightly. He asked, "Caitlyn, are you feeling better?" I yanked my hand away and remained silent, knowing that words would not matter. Levi grew anxious when he saw my empty stare. "Caitlyn, please say something. Don't shut me out like this, okay?"

she added, rereading the will. "62 days..." I sighed. "What did you say?" Kathe asked. "I'll be 28 in exactly 62 days. I'm single. I have 62 days to get married." "But... with whom?!" Kathe said, as she slumped back into her chair. I was speechless. My mind is racing. "Where am I going to find a man to marry in 62 days?"

Dane asked the doctor, who was currently checking Ashley’s pulse. “It is a cold fever, Alpha,” the doctor replied, turning to face him. “Cold fever?” Ashley repeated, her brow furrowing. Could a few minutes in the rain really cause this? She had felt perfectly fine the next day, showing no signs of lingering effects. “Yes, Luna. Have you been exposed to the cold or rain recently?” “Yes, but only for a few minutes. Why would that cause this? I felt fine two days ago,” she insisted. The doctor sighed softly. “Sometimes, we neglect our health until it backfires. Your will to survive kept the fever at bay for two days, but your body can’t fight it anymore. It is exhausted and needs rest.”

I have a feeling it has something to do with the room Jacob forbade me from going into but I’m not certain about it yet. As my mind roamed with thoughts I couldn’t handle, I sat on the couch, “What do I do?” I keep asking myself. I have no idea what to do but I just have to do something right? I have to find out what exactly is going on around here before things get worse for me. I have less than sixty days which is enough time for me to figure out what exactly I need to do. Plan one needs to move forward and the first thing to do is….

350 days left. No contract. No rules. Just him. Just me. Just war.

"I was born into a humble family, and we faced our fair share of challenges but amidst those hardships, I learned the value of patience and the importance of dreaming big." He leaned back, casting his eyes upwards, as if searching the night sky for some fragments of his memory. Elena listened carefully, her eyes fixed on Andrea, eager to understand the man before her on a deeper level. "I remember spending countless hours at the local library," Andrea continued, a smile gracing his lips. "Books became my escape, my window into a world beyond our home. They brought in me a fire, a hunger for knowledge and a thirst for success." Elena felt a surge of admiration for the man sitting beside her,

it's the other way round. every girl deserves to be treated with respect. Boys kinda deserves to suffer." "geez! in that case I'm done reading your book. how can I read the book of a writer who is biased. because of some baseless mentality." He said. Her mood dropped at once. They was silence for a while. Why was he arguing with her over such trivial thing? She thought. "But... why was I even arguing with you. We are both wrong. people are bad and good and it has nothing to do with gender. okay!

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.