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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.”

All because of how strange your acts are. "Fun fact! I watched this one in a certain show. It says that a human's soul doesn't leave our world right away. It stays for a few days to finish an unfinish business when they were still alive. Isn't that interesting yet creepy at the same time? Just imagine how would they look like when they reached for you!" Then the kid let out a cute giggle. I couldn't say a thing, but giggle with her as well instead. Since these two certain person are talking about ghost and you, asking for a seven day vacation, somehow convinces me that you are a ghost. But in some way, if you are a ghost, then that means you're dead?

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

“You knew she was coming?” Velan glanced down. “I hoped you’d make it far enough for her to want to come.” Azriel exhaled. That kind of pressure didn’t feel like destiny—it felt like being a thread in someone else’s tapestry. Kael shifted, glancing up at the treetops. “So what is the Seventh? Another flame? Another battle?” “No,” Velan said. “The Sixth was the last flame. The Seventh is what’s left.” Mira stopped pacing. Her voice was all edge. “Left of what, exactly?”

"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."

he adds, causing Dean to flinch involuntarily. "Seven. Volkov International Incorporation," Lucas clarifies, his tone laced with confidence, leaving Dean momentarily speechless at the revelation. VII is a conglomerate within an organization of Russian mafias, renowned for its extensive network of companies and businesses worldwide. However, unlike typical criminal enterprises, VII operates with a unique ethos. They are reputed for championing the rights of the underprivileged and marginalized, often intervening to protect those in need. Rumors say that VII occasionally seizes assets or confronts affluent individuals, not for personal gain, but to safeguard the vulnerable populations they ser

His passion lay with Sienna. I stared blankly at the papers until my secretary came in, holding the asset report I'd requested. Chloe Gordon said, "Madam, I've finished checking everything. Besides the part we invested in the company, there are a few pieces of jewelry missing." My head jerked up. "Which ones?" My parents gave me so many gifts. I couldn't remember everything. She replied, "A diamond necklace and a wedding dress." "A diamond necklace?" I muttered, then remembered seeing it around Sienna's neck.

Chapter Eight (Extended): The Unseen Torment of Kael, Echoes in the Stone In the sprawling, labyrinthine alleys and perpetually shadowed corners of Equedore’s bustling city, a man named Kael navigated the intricate pathways of a life seemingly woven from the most ordinary threads of a commoner’s existence. By trade, he was a skilled craftsman, his calloused hands possessing a quiet mastery in shaping the yielding grain of wood and the supple strength of leather, his days typically unfolding in the honest rhythm of his dedicated labor. Yet, beneath this carefully constructed veneer of an unremarkable life, a disquieting and persistent current flowed, a deeply personal and long-held secret tor

But my major interest was to get my double reward and maybe more as he said. The song bled into another, slower, filthier. I turned, hair swinging across my bare shoulders, and there it was—the circle he’d described. Seven men in the VIP pit, leather banquettes curved like a throne. No ropes, just an invisible wall of money. I recognized two faces from the kind of magazines that never made it to the stores I know. Silver at the temples, cufflinks catching the strobes, laughing low and careless. One of them lifted a glass in my direction, lazy approval. My pulse kicked.