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Seven Minutes in Heaven THIRTY-ONE
ReignaCarlisle Amoroso was impossible.The moment I stepped into the office that morning, I knew something was off. He wasn’t his usual, cold and calculating self—he was worse.I should’ve seen it coming. He had not forgotten about last night, about me staying out late instead of running home like a good little secretary. And now, he was punishing me the only way he knew how—by making my day a living hell."Miss Amethyst," his voice rang from his office for what felt like the tenth time that morning.I exhaled sharply before stepping inside. "Yes, sir?"He barely glanced up from his screen. "Redo the meeting minutes from this morning."I frowned. "Redo?""Yes," he said flatly, still typing. "They don’t meet my standards."I folded my arms, staring at him. "Sir, I wrote them exactly how you—"Carlisle finally looked up, his stormy gray eyes locking onto mine, sharp as steel. "Are you questioning my instructions?"I gritted my teeth. "No, sir.""Good. Have it done in twenty minutes.""
Last Updated : 2025-02-01Seven Minutes in Heaven THIRTY-TWO
Reigna“Deep breaths, Rei. Deep breaths.” I mumbled to myself.Carlisle had never looked this fragile before.His usual imposing figure was reduced to something completely still, his body slumped against the couch in his office, face flushed from fever, breaths slow and uneven despite falling asleep, all because his temperature spiked after an hour of finding him sick.I knelt beside him, carefully pressing a damp towel against his forehead, feeling the heat radiate from his skin like a furnace. Even in his sleep, his brows furrowed, as if even sickness wasn’t enough to rid him of his perpetual state of frustration."Idiot," I muttered under my breath, adjusting the blanket over him with delicate fingers, making sure it covered him properly. "You run an entire company, handle million-dollar contracts, and yet, you can’t even take care of yourself properly."I’m scared. For him. This is just a fever but I could barely stop myself from crying.Carlisle stirred slightly, his lips parting
Last Updated : 2025-02-02Seven Minutes in Heaven THIRTY-THREE
CarlisleThe drive home was quieter than usual.Reigna sat in the driver’s seat, her hands gripping the wheel tighter than necessary, knuckles slightly white from the pressure. I could tell she was still upset, still thinking about Violet’s words, about how she didn’t know enough about me.She was wrong.She knew too much—knew how to push my buttons, knew how to break through the walls I built, knew how to crawl under my skin in ways I didn’t understand.And yet, she thought she didn’t know enough.I exhaled slowly, my body slumped against the passenger seat, the fever making my limbs feel like lead. My head was pounding, and my throat felt raw, but the worst part wasn’t the sickness—it was her silence.The windshield wipers hummed softly against the glass as light rain pattered outside, blurring the city lights in the distance. The car’s interior was warm, wrapped in a soft glow from the dashboard."You’re driving too fast," I murmured, my voice hoarse.Reigna glanced at me, her brow
Last Updated : 2025-02-02Seven Minutes in Heaven THIRTY-FOUR
CarlisleThe morning crawled by at an agonizing pace, my body still weak from the fever, but my mind refused to rest.It wasn’t the headache that bothered me. It wasn’t even the lingering exhaustion weighing down my limbs. It was her.Reigna moved through the office as if nothing had changed, as if last night hadn’t happened, as if she hadn’t stayed by my side, wiping my forehead, keeping me steady, whispering words of comfort. She was back to being composed, efficient, and perfectly normal—and it bothered me more than it should.I knew I wasn’t acting normal either. I was distracted. Too aware of her. Every time she walked past my office, every time I heard her voice, every time she tucked her hair behind her ear—I noticed everything.I was never the type to waste time on useless emotions. And yet, here I was, unable to focus on a single thing because of a woman who wasn’t even trying.A knock on my door snapped me out of my thoughts."Sir?" Reigna’s voice came through, calm and prof
Last Updated : 2025-02-04Seven Minutes in Heaven THIRTY-FIVE
ReignaI needed air.He kept on giving me signals I keep on mixing up—and in the end? I am stuck with my own thoughts, troubled by my own fault, and bothered by the anxiety that barely kept me focused on my work, or anything I do for that matter,One minute, I was fine, doing my job. The next, I was being called out in front of everyone, the weight of his judgment pressing down on me. Like I had embarrassed him. Like I had embarrassed myself.I spent the rest of the day avoiding him.I kept my head down, finished my work, and ignored the way he watched me—because I knew he was watching. I could feel it. Every time I spoke to someone, every time I moved past his office, every time I so much as laughed at something Venice said, his gaze was there.It made my skin burn.Not because I was ashamed. Not because I was guilty. But because I didn’t know why he cared so much.And I hated that I cared about that.So when Venice appeared in the break room near the end of the day, hands on her hip
Last Updated : 2025-02-05Seven Minutes in Heaven THIRTY-SIX
ReignaThe drive home was suffocating.The tension inside the car was too thick, lingering between us like an unseen force, crackling with everything that hadn’t been said. Carlisle’s hands gripped the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white, and his jaw was clenched like he was holding himself back from saying something he knew he shouldn’t.I refused to speak first.My heart was still racing, my skin still burning from the scene at the bar—from the way he had pulled me away from Axle, from the way his fury had been barely contained, and from the way he had looked at me.Not just with anger. Not just with control. But with something else.Something undeniable.I turned my head toward the window, watching the city blur past us in streaks of neon, trying to steady my breath. I couldn’t let myself think about it too much. Couldn’t let myself fall into the trap of reading into something that might not be there at all."Do you even understand what you're doing?"His voice was low, stra
Last Updated : 2025-02-06Seven Minutes in Heaven PROLOGUE
ReignaI had a lovely day.Work was doing fine, my paycheck was given, and my favorite cake was available for our third anniversary to be celebrated this evening. It was cloudy with just the right degrees, and my clothes were perfectly matching my mood and my job as a member of the public relations department—white knitted long sleeves, high waist jeans, and a black trench coat.But the afternoon wasn’t fine at all.With tears in my eyes, I stood there, with a fallen cake on the carpeted floor, trembling hands, and the heinous sight of my boyfriend, Axle, fooling around with my older sister, Emma. “Reigna, it’s not what you think-”“Don’t hide it anymore, Axle.” Emma snickered, boldly showing off as she laid in his chest, both of their bodies were covered with the white blankets, with their clothes scattered all over the room.I don’t know what to say.“Babe, look. This is-”I cut Axle off by laughing, my eyes stinging from tears that are about to fall. “Happy anniversary.” I clenched
Last Updated : 2024-10-26Seven Minutes in Heaven ONE
ReignaI am screwed…Sir Carlisle really made sure I’ll be by his side.“Aww, I’m going to miss you, Rei.” My best friend, Venice Joules, hugged me goodbye after I packed all my necessary things because I am being transferred to the CEO’s office—as Sir Carlisle’s secretary. “We’ll still eat meals together whenever you’re free, alright?” she asked, looking at me so sadly as if I’m leaving her for good.Smiling, I hugged her back. “I’m just three floors away, Ven. You don’t have to make it sound like I’m d*ing.” I joked, but deep inside, I know well I am about to.She looked at me with a small pout gracing her pink lips, looking like a child in her messy bun and bayonetta glasses that frames her small face and matches her ginger hair. “Sometimes I wish you are just on the same level as I so you won’t be taken from me because you excel so much.” She whined, making me laugh.“Good luck, Reigna.” Manager Georgina Harper spoke, looking at us with a stern look on her face. She is in her mid 5
Last Updated : 2024-10-26
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Seven Minutes in Heaven THIRTY-SIX
ReignaThe drive home was suffocating.The tension inside the car was too thick, lingering between us like an unseen force, crackling with everything that hadn’t been said. Carlisle’s hands gripped the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white, and his jaw was clenched like he was holding himself back from saying something he knew he shouldn’t.I refused to speak first.My heart was still racing, my skin still burning from the scene at the bar—from the way he had pulled me away from Axle, from the way his fury had been barely contained, and from the way he had looked at me.Not just with anger. Not just with control. But with something else.Something undeniable.I turned my head toward the window, watching the city blur past us in streaks of neon, trying to steady my breath. I couldn’t let myself think about it too much. Couldn’t let myself fall into the trap of reading into something that might not be there at all."Do you even understand what you're doing?"His voice was low, stra
Seven Minutes in Heaven THIRTY-FIVE
ReignaI needed air.He kept on giving me signals I keep on mixing up—and in the end? I am stuck with my own thoughts, troubled by my own fault, and bothered by the anxiety that barely kept me focused on my work, or anything I do for that matter,One minute, I was fine, doing my job. The next, I was being called out in front of everyone, the weight of his judgment pressing down on me. Like I had embarrassed him. Like I had embarrassed myself.I spent the rest of the day avoiding him.I kept my head down, finished my work, and ignored the way he watched me—because I knew he was watching. I could feel it. Every time I spoke to someone, every time I moved past his office, every time I so much as laughed at something Venice said, his gaze was there.It made my skin burn.Not because I was ashamed. Not because I was guilty. But because I didn’t know why he cared so much.And I hated that I cared about that.So when Venice appeared in the break room near the end of the day, hands on her hip
Seven Minutes in Heaven THIRTY-FOUR
CarlisleThe morning crawled by at an agonizing pace, my body still weak from the fever, but my mind refused to rest.It wasn’t the headache that bothered me. It wasn’t even the lingering exhaustion weighing down my limbs. It was her.Reigna moved through the office as if nothing had changed, as if last night hadn’t happened, as if she hadn’t stayed by my side, wiping my forehead, keeping me steady, whispering words of comfort. She was back to being composed, efficient, and perfectly normal—and it bothered me more than it should.I knew I wasn’t acting normal either. I was distracted. Too aware of her. Every time she walked past my office, every time I heard her voice, every time she tucked her hair behind her ear—I noticed everything.I was never the type to waste time on useless emotions. And yet, here I was, unable to focus on a single thing because of a woman who wasn’t even trying.A knock on my door snapped me out of my thoughts."Sir?" Reigna’s voice came through, calm and prof
Seven Minutes in Heaven THIRTY-THREE
CarlisleThe drive home was quieter than usual.Reigna sat in the driver’s seat, her hands gripping the wheel tighter than necessary, knuckles slightly white from the pressure. I could tell she was still upset, still thinking about Violet’s words, about how she didn’t know enough about me.She was wrong.She knew too much—knew how to push my buttons, knew how to break through the walls I built, knew how to crawl under my skin in ways I didn’t understand.And yet, she thought she didn’t know enough.I exhaled slowly, my body slumped against the passenger seat, the fever making my limbs feel like lead. My head was pounding, and my throat felt raw, but the worst part wasn’t the sickness—it was her silence.The windshield wipers hummed softly against the glass as light rain pattered outside, blurring the city lights in the distance. The car’s interior was warm, wrapped in a soft glow from the dashboard."You’re driving too fast," I murmured, my voice hoarse.Reigna glanced at me, her brow
Seven Minutes in Heaven THIRTY-TWO
Reigna“Deep breaths, Rei. Deep breaths.” I mumbled to myself.Carlisle had never looked this fragile before.His usual imposing figure was reduced to something completely still, his body slumped against the couch in his office, face flushed from fever, breaths slow and uneven despite falling asleep, all because his temperature spiked after an hour of finding him sick.I knelt beside him, carefully pressing a damp towel against his forehead, feeling the heat radiate from his skin like a furnace. Even in his sleep, his brows furrowed, as if even sickness wasn’t enough to rid him of his perpetual state of frustration."Idiot," I muttered under my breath, adjusting the blanket over him with delicate fingers, making sure it covered him properly. "You run an entire company, handle million-dollar contracts, and yet, you can’t even take care of yourself properly."I’m scared. For him. This is just a fever but I could barely stop myself from crying.Carlisle stirred slightly, his lips parting
Seven Minutes in Heaven THIRTY-ONE
ReignaCarlisle Amoroso was impossible.The moment I stepped into the office that morning, I knew something was off. He wasn’t his usual, cold and calculating self—he was worse.I should’ve seen it coming. He had not forgotten about last night, about me staying out late instead of running home like a good little secretary. And now, he was punishing me the only way he knew how—by making my day a living hell."Miss Amethyst," his voice rang from his office for what felt like the tenth time that morning.I exhaled sharply before stepping inside. "Yes, sir?"He barely glanced up from his screen. "Redo the meeting minutes from this morning."I frowned. "Redo?""Yes," he said flatly, still typing. "They don’t meet my standards."I folded my arms, staring at him. "Sir, I wrote them exactly how you—"Carlisle finally looked up, his stormy gray eyes locking onto mine, sharp as steel. "Are you questioning my instructions?"I gritted my teeth. "No, sir.""Good. Have it done in twenty minutes.""
Seven Minutes in Heaven THIRTY
ReignaThe city was alive with the quiet hum of passing cars, the distant chatter of evening pedestrians, and the occasional rustle of leaves in the crisp evening air. I sat on a worn wooden bench in the park, staring at the pavement as if it held all the answers I couldn’t find.I should’ve gone home.Carlisle had told me to. But after everything—after the disaster at work, after his confusing words, after the way his arms had felt around me—I couldn’t bring myself to return to an empty apartment.I needed air. I needed distance."Miss Reigna?"I jumped slightly at the familiar voice.Turning my head, I saw a petite figure standing a few feet away, blinking at me in surprise. Nanny Lucy.She was still in her university uniform—white blouse, navy skirt—her backpack slung over one shoulder. Her red hair styled in curls were tied up in a messy ponytail, and her face, always so warm and gentle, was filled with concern."Lucy?" My voice came out softer than I intended. "What are you doing
Seven Minutes in Heaven TWENTY-NINE
ReignaThe office had never felt so suffocating.To be fair, when I was a kid, I was always told that I am too sensitive and it’ll make everything hard on me. I think I really am sensitive.I sat in our floor’s lounge, fingers frozen over the keyboard, staring at the numbers on the screen that refused to make sense. I had done this report a hundred times before—hell, I could usually do it in my sleep—but today, my brain was sluggish, uncooperative.I exhaled slowly, rubbing my temples. I hadn’t been able to focus all morning. Ever since last night. Ever since... him. Last night.The memory of Carlisle’s arms around me, the warmth of his breath against my skin, the way he had held me—not out of obligation, not out of a game, but out of something real—it lingered, messing with my head in ways I couldn’t afford.And now, I was paying the price.I wonder what I really am to him…"Miss Amethyst?"I flinched at the sound of my name, my eyes snapping up to see one of my coworkers, Patrick, s
Seven Minutes in Heaven TWENTY-EIGHT
ReignaErwin is asleep in his room, but here we are, seated in the penthouse’s bar and occupied by thoughts that none of us has yet to speak of.I stood a few feet away, watching him from behind as he leaned against the bar, his broad shoulders rigid with an unspoken weight. His fingers tightened around the whiskey glass before he brought it to his lips, taking a slow sip.“Carlise? It’s okay, I will listen about…about whatever runs in your mind.” I finally said, breaking the silence.Carlisle didn’t turn around. “Listen?”I let out a frustrated breath, but chose not to retort in his seemingly disinterested tone. “Yes. About what happened earlier. About Axle. About you punching him.”He exhaled sharply, setting his glass down with a little too much force. “It was nothing.”“Nothing?” I stepped closer, my heels clicking softly against the marble floor. “Carlisle, you punched him in front of everyone. You nearly lost your temper. That wasn’t nothing.”He let out a humorless chuckle, swi
