365 Days Part 2 Novels & Stories

**The Marriage Clause** (Chapter Two) Two days passed like it wasn't even anything and Elizabeth groaned deeply as she was reminded all thanks to her phone that it was the day of her father's reading.She slowly got out of bed and reluctantly barged into her bathroom,placed her hands on the toilet sink to look into the mirror and God was she horrified by what she saw.A broken,devastated and fatigued woman with duffel bags under her eyes.She was holed up in her apartment for two days straight,not taking calls from anyone or even leaving the premises—thank God for the online food delivery system.

Red Dragon didn't want to play gently. He wanted a toy to practice whatever he was interested in. And 365 days was a long time. Enough time for an individual to transform into a completely different person. And I had agreed to 365 days without thinking. I knew there would be a price; I just didn't know the price would keep climbing. He clearly was testing how much of me could disappear before there was nothing left to break. I told myself it didn't matter. A thousand marks on my skin were nothing if they carried me to the top.

I didn't think I would sleep a single wink, but the sheer physical and mental exhaustion of the last twenty-four hours eventually dragged me under. When I opened my eyes, the room was bathed in the faint, pale blue light of dawn. The air in the bedroom was freezing cold, the mountain draft seeping through the terrace doors. I blinked, shifting slightly, only to realize I wasn't cold at all. In fact, I was burning hot.

The very nice weather turn into a dark clouds with a bad weather, it's like the heaven was also sharing the pain that Betty and Felix were feeling at that moment. Betty slowly felt the pain and fading like a candle when she heard that her husband Simon was gone. She was kneeling on the floor while crying in vain. Felix runs beside her mother Betty when he saw her kneeling and then she tapped her back and trying to calm her down from sobbing so hard.

Should she escape it now? Maybe she should just tell her about Andre already. Fine. She could just start from the beginning. “Okay. I had...” She noticed somehow that her mum was sleeping and not even paying attention to her. She groaned tiredly. “forget it” she said. Happily her mum turned back to sleep. she huffed and got up from the bed. To hell with them all. * 3 days later. *Saturday* * “boo boo... I said I, Emma is back.” Emma shook her tiny butt in Gracie's face.

We had each other to conquer each new obstacle and not a worry in the world as we dozed off together. This was truly the best day ever! I couldn't wait for the next one, and I knew with this man beside me I would have many more to come. For six years, it had been one best day after another. Nothing would hold us back from enjoying what life had to give. This was the beginning of so many more amazing things to come. I knew it wouldn't be easy but with George and I side by side, anything was possible.

Two Days Later DAISY I stared into the ceiling of the hospital blankly. It had been two days already. Two days since that terrible night. Since the night when I saw the person I thought I knew and trusted the most turn into an entirely different person. Two days since I watched her die because she couldn't live without a monster.

"Kate, apologize to Vera! I'm giving you one last warning! Don't make this harder for her. If you've got a problem, take it up with me!" I sneered and crossed my arms. "Take it up with you? Oh, so now you're the knight in shining armor, huh? There were no cameras on that road the day of the accident, but the courthouse has plenty. If you want to know the real story behind how she fell down those stairs, just check the footage. "And honestly, Julian, get over yourself. Do you think I'd fight over you? You're disgusting! Stay together forever, you sick pair, so I don't have to keep seeing your nasty faces!"

Again. *There:* Cell 14. James counts. Day 5,121. `One down. 4,192 to go.` One side: bleeding, but standing. Other side: watching for the next crack.

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.”