7 Years By Graham Novels & Stories

Waves splashed her skirt as he turned and smiled, “Hold on tight, Mrs. Carter!” Seven years of love were just like a bubble. She pulled out her phone and sent a message: [Pick me up in seven days, as planned.] No sooner had she pressed send than a deafening bang echoed from downstairs.

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[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 beg оff, аnd tеll him I have to help hіѕ mоm wіth thе сооkіng. He’s a gооd kid, and wіth nо рrоtеѕt аt all, slips оn hіѕ hеаdрhоnеѕ. I turn tо Brеndа аnd widen mу еуеѕ at the vіdео gаmе ѕlаughtеr thаt juѕt took рlасе. “Sеvеn уеаrѕ old and he’s аlrеаdу a ѕtrееt racer.”

“I’m good crew. For you. So you don’t have to be scared crew. Anymore. Ever. Deal?” _Thump._ “Deal,” I said. Throat tight. Day 476 and it still hits. “Good,” Alex said. Eyes closing. “Because 7 needs good crew. And I’m the oldest. So it’s my job. Until February’s 6. Then it’s her job too.” _Silence. Bedroom. 8:50 PM._ He slept. 6 years, 7 months, 3 days. 1st grade. Crew. And 11 seconds.

“Oh my God, yes! That sounds great.” “Great, I’ll pick you up by 7.”

He opened his mouth as if to say something but decided against it. During the wedding banquet, Olivia’s husband shared their story: “We had only known each other for three months when I proposed. Many people said it was too rushed, but from the day I met her, I knew she was the one I wanted to spend my life with.” Listening to his words, I couldn’t help but mock myself. Yes, if it’s true love, why would it take seven years? And why would a woman need to propose? I took a sip of wine, trying to suppress the bitterness rising inside me.

I couldn't still believe that Anthony would force me to sign an NDA and not trust me to keep his condition quiet. I looked away quickly, eyes finding the cracked pavement outside the car instead of Graham’s face. “I need at least a week,” I muttered, voice low. “A week to forget I ever met him.” “You don’t have a week,” Graham said simply. No sympathy. Just blunt truth. I clenched my jaw. My nails tapped against my thigh, a restless beat. He was right, of course, he usually was, but that didn’t mean I had to like it.

Chapter 20 Gina’s POV “Grandpa Leo they said died seven years ago.” “WHAT??” Hot tears left my eyes immediately and I couldn’t breathe. “I am so sorry, assuming you told me you wanted to see Sir Leo Williams, I could have told you about it, it was all over the news seven years ago, are you close to him?” She added. “He is the only family I have after my parents died in an accident.” “It took you seven whole years to find out, so sorry for the loss.”

Fame, wealth, power and the woman he had loved with his heart. Graham couldn't go scott free when he had scores to settle with him. It has been twenty years since that unfortunate incident but the scare in his heart was still afresh and hurting with pains. He had taken five years to recuperate while making plans on how to retaliate, revenge and when to strike.