Seven Days To Lose Me Novels & Stories

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

Castellora, Santoria. "You're the illegitimate daughter. So what does that make your kid?" Dante Locatelli looked at the pregnancy test in my hand. I froze. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Means he's illegitimate too, babe." Before I could even breathe, he kept going. "You're my side chick now. I'm marrying your sister. She's the real Ambrosi daughter. She actually fits my life." "What about me? What about our baby?" He lifted a brow, that cocky little smirk sliding onto his face. "If you can be illegitimate, why can't he?"

"Seven days from now. Cremation. Just find a quiet, remote plot. Is this enough?" The receptionist stared at me in shock. After a long silence, she took the card. "Of course." Once it was done, the last string holding me together finally snapped. Endless darkness swallowed me whole, and my body crumpled to the floor. In my haze, I thought I felt a pair of strong arms scoop me up.

For the five years I was married to my mafia husband, Dante, I never once showed my face to the Moretti family. I thought it was Dante’s way of protecting me. Until a family meeting record landed in my hands by mistake. It said Dante Moretti had formally married Gianna Romano. The date was five years ago. When I saw that name, I froze. She was Dante’s most trusted capo. She’d saved his life. She was also in love with him. Five years ago, she’d been against Dante marrying me. While I was performing on stage, she deliberately sent a spotlight crashing down and destroyed my career as a pianist. Afterward, she cried and said she hadn’t meant to. Dante believed her. He couldn’t send her t

I helped build our company from a cramped basement all the way up to an office tower. Then winter hit. It was fourteen degrees outside, my hands were raw from the cold, and all I asked was for our boss to turn on the office heat. "Are you here to work or to be comfortable?" Darlene Kessler snapped in front of everyone. "We're still growing. We can't afford heating bills. Declan, you're our top salesman. You should be setting an example instead of demanding special treatment!" Before I could respond, her assistant strolled in wearing a designer coat and carrying two first-class tickets to Santa Lucera. I laughed and pointed at the tickets. "So the rest of us have to freeze while we make y

I am a Servant of Death, sent to the werewolf realm by the Dark Goddess of the Underworld. She gave me a single rule. Every year during the pack's Dark Moon Festival, I must receive a water lantern carrying a genuine blessing. The first year, my future Alpha mate, my brother, and my childhood best friend all wrote my name on their lanterns. The second year, my childhood friend Julian said my adopted sister, Chloe, was too weak, so he wanted to pray for her just this once. The third year, even my brother, Ryker, who swore to protect me forever, gave his lantern to Chloe. Only my fated mate, Declan, left one for me. This was the fourth year. I couldn't sleep at all, so I finally told them

Someone at our college reunion suggested a game of Yes or No. By the time it was Luca Moretti’s turn, we were all a few drinks in. Even the men stationed outside the private dining room had relaxed a little. For one evening, everyone seemed willing to forget that the quiet boy from our finance lectures now ran the Moretti crime family. Chloe Russo glanced at me, something bright and knowing in her eyes, and dropped a handful of screenshots into the reunion group chat. They were from my private account. Seven years of loving Luca in secret, carefully preserved in 1,832 posts. “Elena says you’ve been together for seven years.” She tipped her head toward him. “Yes or no?” I looked at him before

I can't think. My mind raced wildly as his mouth thoroughly claimed mine. Seven days... it's only seven days. If I accept... if I just endure seven days, he has to let me go! I can sign whatever he wants, survive the week, and the second those seven days are up, I will board a plane and disappear from this country without leaving a single trace! I can change my name, move to another continent, and he will never find me! It's seven days of hell for a lifetime of freedom.

Dread washed over me at the thought. Then, a mischievous idea crossed my mind. Maybe I could count today as the "second" day since I had spent the previous night here. According to my calculations, yesterday should be considered the first day of the seven-day agreement. By adjusting my perception, I could lessen the duration of my stay by one day. It seemed like a brilliant idea to reclaim some control over my time. After enduring these seven days, I would attend the singing interview and pursue a job. It would be a step toward financial independence, and I knew it would bring joy to my Nova and grandmother, if she could know that. Their support had always been a driving force for me.

Listening to her smug, self-righteous words, James’s fists clenched tighter. Yes, he had figured it out too late. The shattered glass cut deeper into his hand, blood dripping steadily onto the floor. With trembling fingers, he traced a single number in his own blood on the broken mirror, “7”. Only seven days left.