Sevens Wiki Novels & Stories

He ran to me, panting heavily, but his eyes were shining with an unusually bright light. It was a light I hadn't seen in his eyes for a very long time. A light mixed with nervousness, anticipation, and even a bit of boyish anxiety. He pulled the velvet box from his sea-sprayed jacket and snapped it open. Then, he dropped to one knee. "Chloe." "It's been seven years. Thank you for walking these seven years with me." "I know I haven't been good enough, that I've put you through a lot. But please believe me, from this day forward—"

" I looked at him, so confident and righteous, and almost thought it was funny. Even now, he believed I was doing this out of spite and that I should be waiting for him, as if it were natural. People along the mountain road had already stopped to watch. Murmurs rose among them. "Hey, Mr. Director. In our local weddings, the marriage is considered done once the carriage moves. It's considered bad luck for you to interrupt it like this!" "Shut up! Caroline is my bride! She's just doing this to get back at me!" The villagers laughed in his face. "She waited for you for four years and went down the mountain seven times for you. You didn't cherish her when you had the chance, but now that she's f

He closed the door behind him carefully. "Give me the brief, Gerald," I said, my voice dropping in a flat tone. "Marcus just called from Manhattan, sir," Gerald said, adjusting his earpiece. "Satellite server breach. Not a random hack. Tokyo Holdings is querying our archives." My jaw tightened. A sharp pain shot up my temple. "Which partition?" I growled. "Seven-year archive," Gerald reported, his voice crisp and military. "Target files: Sterling family assets." A cold, lethal fury settled deep into my marrow. Seven years ago. There were some secrets that should have stayed buried forever.

The seven brothers, the seven abominations, the seven overloads resounded both in the underworld and in the civil world without end or losing momentum. Then, years later...

All these years I dedicated to this family had turned into nothing more than free maid service in his eyes. During the seven years of our marriage, I had given up all my social life. I just wanted to provide him with a unique sense of warmth and security at home. But my one-sided devotion had turned me into a doormat. Over time, it made my love for Harry feel even more humble. I still remembered the day Harry confessed his love to me. Back then, he earnestly told me that he would love only me from then on. He also promised that he would no longer keep in touch with his first love, Emily.

A final obsession she couldn’t let go of before she died. But to me? It was nothing but a contract that should’ve ended a long time ago. And now, the seven years were up. Looking around, I realized— there was nothing here worth staying for anymore.

Bryan’s gaze swept over my body with a bone-chilling coldness. “We haven’t met in so long. Aren’t you… going to say hello?” I looked at him, and my lips parted slightly. A thousand words gathered on my tongue, yet what came out was something else. “Bryan, please lend me another $300,000.” Bryan was stunned for a moment. A hint of anger lit up his cold eyes. He grabbed my hand. “We haven’t met for seven years, and this is all you have to say to me?”

Scarlett pulled a spare chair from the corner and sat. ​Margot finally turned her head. She looked like a survivor of a wreck who had found the black box. There was a grim, terrifying satisfaction in her expression—the look of a forensic accountant who had finally followed the blood trail to the source. ​"Apex-7," Margot said, gesturing to the monitor. "It’s a blind trust. Registered in the Caymans in 2009. On the surface, it’s exactly what it claims to be: a standard political blind trust designed to shield a senator from conflicts of interest. It shows up in Richard’s federal disclosures every year like clockwork. Completely legal. Completely boring."

Both took me far outside my comfort zone. "Sevens is played with seven players and the rules are vastly different than league ball or union ball. Sevens, league, and union have separate rules similar to the differences in NFL football and arena football." He let the words sink in for a few seconds. "The stadium you speak of, Sam Boyd, is for sevens. I own and play in a fifteen-man league team. The Slam has the largest league stadium in the U.S." I gave him a small smile for answering my question. I saw no end to the research I needed to do. Chances were good I'd never understand the nuances of rugby, which frustrated the hell out of me. "Whose idea was this stadium?"

After returning home, I went straight to the basement without uttering a single word. When the last bit of light above my head disappeared, all I could see was darkness. According to what I'd read, a person could only be driven to the brink of death after going seven days without food or water. Thus, I hoped they would lock me up for seven days. That way, I should be able to bypass the system and finally die. Every day, I relied on the voices outside to determine the time. By the sixth day, I was already so weak from hunger that I could barely move.