Movie 27 Days Novels & Stories

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."

Seven days. Only seven days remained.

Chapter 62: The Scarlet Ravens ───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 02 - 27 - 2027 ║ ║ Saturday║ Second Day of Olympia's Cup║ "Wait guys, are you sure our way is right? We've been trudging this shits for hours..."

The subject line read: *The groom is keeping secrets. With trembling fingers, I tapped the attached multimedia file. It loaded a crystal-clear, high-resolution photograph taken via a hidden camera inside the Aspen chalet's master bedroom suite just one hour ago. In the center of the frame was Dominic. But he wasn't alone. He was passionately pinning an incredibly beautiful, mysterious brunette up against the glass doors—and it absolutely wasn't my stepsister Clara. "Axel," I gasped, the champagne glass slipping from my hand and shattering against the cabin floor, dark red liquid pooling on the white rug.

The night they arrived, he even posted something online to make it clear he thought I was copying him. In our seventh year, the gift was the divorce agreement. Seven years, and looking back, the distance between us had grown the entire time without me noticing. Two notifications came through on my phone. One was from Vera that read, “Sean, nine tomorrow morning. Do not forget.” The other was from Austin. “Last night of our seven-day romance. Vera says she wants to make it a night to remember.” My eyes stayed on the paintings for one last moment before I switched off the screen.

On the day after my twin brother, Jonathan Sander's death, I've married Natania Gilmore, my widowed sister-in-law. That day, Natania prints a thousand copies of Jonathan's death report and announces to the world that I'm the actual killer. Because of that, everyone despises me. Even my parents sever all ties with me on the spot. After our marriage, Natania keeps getting into romantic scandals. She's also brought countless men home with her. She makes me stand outside her room while listening to their debauchery every time. I'm also required to take photos of her and her boytoy with my camera once they are done with their lovemaking. I can only stomach everything quietly. My only plea is

Even destined mates couldn't escape the seven-year itch. The love I'd held with such certainty—its collapse only took an instant.

Demon and I ate dinner in silence, and after we were done eating, he insisted on doing the dishes, which came as a surprise, but I allowed him to do it anyways. While he was at it, I settled down in the living room, grabbing the TV remote. Shadow slithered toward me across the floor. This time, I didn’t flinch. I wasn’t scared of him anymore. Instead, I smiled faintly and let him settle beside me. I switched on the TV, and the movie 365 Days immediately appeared on the screen. My eyes instantly lit up with excitement. I have always wanted to watch the movie. Back in high school, my classmates never stopped talking about it—whispering about certain scenes, giggling during lunch breaks wheneve

“Have it done in three days.” With that, Anya stared at me in disbelief. Once again, she sighed. “Yes, sir.”

I answer on a clipped tone. “How soon?” He quizzes, his voice getting more serious. I huff out a breath, drag a hand through my hair, and answer. “Two weeks… the wedding is in two weeks.” Their expressions shift—confusion, shock, then curiosity all rolled into one. “Do we know him?” Dad asks. I nod in response and mutter, “Alexander Creed.” “Alexander Creed?” Dad repeats. “Isn’t he that business mogul? The one with all the… headlines?”