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My husband, Ethan Glenn, loves making me jealous. He says every time I get jealous over his childhood friend, Samantha Locke, it proves how much I love him. So every anniversary, he lets Samantha play "Mrs. Glenn" for a few days while he and our friends bet on how long I'll last before I snap. The first year, Samantha took a photo in my nightgown, curled up in Ethan's arms. I was furious and snatched it back. Ethan just kissed me and laughed, saying he knew I could never leave him. The second year, he gave Samantha our bedroom and sent me to the guest room. He only let me back in after he saw me tearing up outside. Then he told me she was staying for just one night. Last year, Ethan br

"I want three days. Give me everything on Blue Moon—their illegal suppressants, the back-alley surgeries, and exactly how they've been draining the pockets of the poor through medical fraud. I want them to spit out every cent they've stolen, along with a side of blood. As for that accomplice from the Glen Pack... do whatever you want with them." "Got it!" Seven nodded enthusiastically. He tucked an ultra-thin laptop under his arm and vanished into the LA night like a ghost. Nobody would have guessed that this kid was "7"—the genius hacker who had brought the global banking system to its knees three years ago. Seven had always carried a look of natural aggression. Because he'd experienced an

Chapter 37 Title: A Week of Denial Setting:Thomas and Claire’s apartment, various rooms, from early morning until well after midnight Characters: - Thomas - Julian - Claire POV:Alternating close focus, primarily Julian It had been seven days. Seven days since the honeymoon suite. Seven days of Thomas deciding exactly how much Julian was allowed to have, which was almost nothing. They had been best friends since they were nine years old,same schools, same teams, same shitty first apartments and now Thomas was using that history like a weapon.

he finally said blandly, holding no form of interest in having a conversation Seven coughed out a laugh, his chest rattling. “Damn. You really are handsome. No wonder all the women want you.” Sebastian’s jaw tightened, his expression hardening into something terrifying. He then grabbed Seven by his neck, pulling him up from the ground till he was hanging in the air with Sebastian hand wrapped tightly around his throat. He began to claw at Sebastian’s hand and finally I could see fear in his eyes after he had gone for so long trying to act tough.

Seven did not answer. “You kissed under the moon. Waxing. Full. Waning.” Suddenly, Seven gasps. Her grip on my hand tightens. “I see blood being spilled. Help them. A betrayal. Trust no one. An enemy must be defeated. I see death.” Seven slumps forward onto the table. She appears to have lost consciousness. I attempt to rouse her. “Seven? Wake up.” What the hell just happened? Seven groans and stirs. When she opens her eyes, they have returned to normal.

"You're not thinking clearly. We'll talk about this when you're sober." I picked up the paper and left the room, closing the door behind me. Once alone, the tears I'd been holding back fell freely. The night was cold, the wind was biting, but it couldn't freeze my pain. The next day, Rory woke up to his usual polite and reserved self. He never mentioned Sienna again, nor did he bring up the divorce.

He was a very strict man and God knows if he’ll take the task lightly with me. “Amanda Ezeh… You’ll be going to Mr Richard Okafor's mansion to get his finger print on an important project we’re working on and you have only 7days to do that . Go home and pack your bags… Your ride will be here in 10 minutes ” The cocky old man said and got back to what he was doing. i still couldn’t believe what I just heard. I’ll be spending 7Days in the almighty Richard Okafor at his mansion all alone!!

Tom pointed at the barren apartment. “Eve and Jordan have seven years of history together. “We’ve all seen how Eve’s been with Jordan these past seven years.”

POV: Sylvia (One Week Later) The silence in my penthouse was no longer peaceful. It felt heavy, like the air before a devastating storm. For seven days, Zia had been a ghost. She was behind the walls of the Vance estate, protected by a security detail that even Leo couldn't penetrate without starting a literal war.

It was as if a dormant, highly advanced muscle memory had suddenly taken over her limbs. She looked down at her hands, confused and slightly unnerved by what had just transpired. On the floor, Nimrod was grunting, visibly struggling to push himself back up to his feet, his pride clearly wounded alongside his ribs. Not wanting to stick around for his reaction or give him a chance to call for another round, Seven abruptly turned her back on him. Without saying a word, she hurried out of the ring and made a straight line for the privacy of the shower room.