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Until whatever came next. Seven weeks. Starting now.

Could a second person be producing seven Divine Veins? The elites back at the Dark Divine Holy Land, who had exclusive Divine Veins, could only produce a maximum of six on their first attempt. If Norm produced seven, he would be the most talented person to appear since the establishment of the Dark Divine Holy Land. "Seven!" Eva's voice was heard announcing. Her voice faltered at the last count. Lawrence was not surprised. She must have been shocked. He should be the one to witness the birth of a legend! Lawrence felt a little annoyed about this. He should have stayed where he was if he had known this was happening.

"Why don't we play a game to take your mind off things for a bit?” The game they haven’t played in so long—seven minutes in heaven, is now the only bud of hope that could cradle both their anxiety and longing to feel each other close. A sin so sweet that not even Reigna herself could say no or worry about tomorrow. "Fine," she huffed, averting her gaze as she played with the hem of his shirt. "But we're sticking to the rules this time, Carlisle. Just seven minutes, no funny business." Ah. But that clearly is a form of denial, isn’t it?

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.

He did not trust me after seven years together. The clock on the wall struck three. It was the last day of my bet with Bailey. It was also the date that Jeremy had planned to propose to me.

It all seems like a puzzle. I also asked him about his family and I got to know that Seven is actually a twin. He has a twin sister named Kenzie. We talked about his other siblings, his elder brother and their last sister Catherine before going back to bed. I moved closer to him as I traced my fingers on his chest, moving it down to his tattoo. I moved my tender fingers on it down to the bold written letter, C. Although his sister’s name is Catherine but this face looks nothing like the picture of his little sis he showed me.

"So you married someone else? Quinn, what did those seven years apart even mean?" Quinn looked at me, her expression settling back into calm. "Conrad… You must understand I'm the heir to the Summers family. I have my own duties. Hector and I are on the same level, and our marriage benefits both families. Hector said that as long as you behave, he can turn a blind eye and let you stay by my side.

"If you win, I'll give you not just the inheritance, but both our lives as well. But if I win, you let us go." Anna was briefly stunned. Then, her lips twisted into an amused grin. "You really are insane. Sure, I'll play along. So, what's the game?" I pulled a coin from my pocket and held it up high. "A coin toss. Heads, I win. Tails, you win. Best two out of three," I explained. Michael frowned. "Zoe, there's no need to—" "I accept." Anna cut him off sharply and stepped closer. "Let's start."

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