روايات وقصص ضمن 365 Days

How could someone be this perfect, despite his arrogant demeanor, he still looked devastatingly handsome. My words were lost somewhere between my lips, and my brain, as I stared at him blankly. I can't even imagine myself falling for him. "You will be paid monthly through out the duration of the contract." "How long is this contract?" I asked, gulping in saliva forcefully. I silently prayed it was going to be for a week, which I had no idea how I was going to survive for that long. He laughed, and it sounded like the Devil himself laughed. There was nothing funny. Was there something on my face? I reached out for my face with my right hand, and found nothing. Then realization struck me! He h

Which meant Michael had had time to— The bracelet, I thought. The bracelet he had put on my wrist six months ago. Simple, silver, beautiful in the way he chose things — understated and precise and exactly right. I had looked at it when he fastened it and thought that it was perfect and hadn't questioned why he was giving it to me because gifts from Michael didn't require explanation. The only thing he told me was that it contained trackers and that he would use it to access my location if I ever got missing. I looked down at my wrist.

She walked near him and grabbed the pen. “Okay, I’ll sign it then.” Claire signed the contract without rereading it. “Happy now?” And handed him the contract. Vladimir just looked and her and took the contract from her. “Well, that’s good.” He took the pen from her and put it back to his coat. “Oh! I almost forgot to tell you, the contract changed, by the way,” Vladimir said. “I don’t care.” Claire said and continued looking at him sharply. “ You have to live with me for 365 days, Claire.”

it's mafia book ,with pain betrayl , twist and cliffhangers, you will surely enjoy the book. Read with some jazz music on. hope you enjoy it. "lets see your hate for me wins or my love for you wins " "This 365 days will a hell for you my love " "This 365 days will be haven for my husband " "AUGUST 1" *daily updates* Chapters start from next page hd hc hv hb ih ii 9ib uv bv yi vi yc ug 8g ni 8o go hi uh no 8g ou n8o df gh bh bh gv c fr ft fg vg v vg vg gy gy gy

For six months. One hundred eighty days. Each one an eternity.

Caleb’s offer felt like the only straightforward thing in my life right now, even though it was a totally bad idea. “I… I don’t know,” I said, looking away. “I have to think about it.” He nodded, not pushing. “Take your time. The offer stands. Text me if you need anything. Even if it’s just to talk.” He gave me one last small smile and walked away, leaving me standing there with my thoughts spinning. I started walking back toward the penthouse, my feet moving on autopilot. The campus paths were busy with students heading to afternoon classes, but I barely noticed them. My mind kept replaying the sponsor’s words. Twenty-four hours. Pack your things. Return the keys.

Turned it slowly. Sixty days. And I was already missing things that had not ended yet.

she said. “The sixty days,” he said. “You asked for sixty days to leave properly. With your name intact and the truth on the table.” He paused. “The truth is on the table. Your name is intact. Twenty-nine days remain.” He looked at her steadily. “What do you want to do with them.” She held his gaze. What did she want. She thought about standing in a kitchen four days ago holding a cooling coffee meant for a man who never looked up. She thought about sixty days asked for not to save a marriage but to leave it with dignity. She thought about her mother’s letter. About forward. About putting it down and living.

His face buried in the crook of her neck, his voice deep and low. “Are you certain about this?” “Yes,” she said flatly. “Give me an heir, and I’ll ensure you’re taken care of for life.” She reached for a folded document on the bedside table and laid it out before him. Echo traced his finger along the crisp edges. “A contract… 365 days?” He looked up at her reflection. “Why this term?” “I just finalized my divorce. My parents will push for me to remarry soon—they haven’t said it yet, but I see it in their eyes. I won’t be tied to another useless, arrogant womanizer ever again.”