All Chapters of Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Soft light filtered through the curtains when Layla woke.For a second, she forgot where she was.Then she saw the unfamiliar ceiling.Yesterday.He had prepared this yesterday.Her pulse steadied slowly.She sat up, brushing her fingers through her hair, listening. There was no shouting or slamming doors as it usually is,,in her home.Layla slipped out of bed and changed into something simple—leggings and an oversized sweater. When she opened the bedroom door and stepped into the hallway, the house felt different in daylight.She followed the scent of coffee downstairs.Then at the halfway down the staircase—A low, guttural growl stopped her cold.Layla froze.At the bottom of the stairs, standing in the middle of the living room, was the largest dog she had ever seen.It was gigantic with broad shoulders,thick black-and-tan fur and muscular frame.Its ears were alert with sharp eyes and it was staring directly at her.Another growl vibrated through the air.Layla’s breath caught in

The world narrowed instantly. Elias froze—just for a fraction of a second,then his hand came up steadying Layla at her waist.The kiss deepened slightly,not rushed but intentional,like a line being crossed that couldn’t be uncrossed.Layla’s pulse thundered while her fingers curled lightly into the fabric of his jacket.For one suspended moment,there was no Liam,no lies and no consequences waiting in the dark.Just the dangerous kind of safe she kept choosing and then—She pulled back first.Her breath uneven while his eyes became darker than before.“Guess you're finally accepting you're mine.” Elias said as he gave out a slight smirk.Layla didn’t speak. She didn’t trust herself to,instead, she slipped out of the car,closed the door gently and walked toward her house without looking back.She felt his gaze on her the entire way.And for the first time—She wondered what would happen if someone saw.The walk from the end of the street to her house felt longer than usual.Layla kept her p

Whispers spread like wildfire.The hallway was already filled with students.Layla felt her stomach twist.As they were escorted down the corridor, she could feel eyes on her from every direction,judging especially her.This wasn’t just a fight.It was a spectacle.They stopped outside the principal’s office.The door opened slowly and the principal stood there.His eyes moved first to Lina,then to Layla and then to the faint mark on his daughter’s cheek.The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees.“Inside,” he said coldly.Layla stepped in as the door closed behind them with a final, echoing click and for the first time,she understood that this wasn’t just about school anymore but about power and she had just challenged the wrong family.The principal’s office felt colder than the hallway,not because of the air conditioning but because of who stood inside it.Layla stepped forward slowly, aware of the faint sting in her lip and the pull at her scalp where hair had been yanked

The room felt suffocating to Layla when she heard of her parents. “You don’t want your dad finding out about Elias,” Liam murmured as he leaned closer. Layla’s heart hammered painfully. “You’re insane,” she whispered. “Am I?” he replied softly. Layla pushed her chair back abruptly as the scraping sound echoed sharply across the floor. “I’m not scared of you,” she said, though her voice trembled. “You should be.” Liam's mom said as she rose slowly from her seat. Layla grabbed her bag. “You can’t control me.” “I don’t need to,” the woman replied calmly. “Society will.” Layla’s pulse roared in her ears.She looked at Liam one last time. “I will never get back with you.” His expression darkened. “You will.” “Over my dead body.” Layla said as she walked toward the door. “You have one week, Layla,” his mother called after her. Layla's hand hovered over the handle. “One week,” the woman repeated coolly, “or your parents will hear everything.” Layla froze.

The doors shut behind them with a soft, decisive click.Layla stopped walking.Elias’s office was nothing like she had imagined.It wasn’t overly decorated or ostentatious. There were no golden statues or dramatic displays of wealth. Instead, everything was sharp and clean. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across one wall, overlooking the city below. The skyline shimmered in morning light, glass towers reflecting one another like mirrors in silent competition.The room felt powerful.Minimalist shelves lined the far wall, filled with neatly arranged files and a few carefully chosen books. A dark wooden desk sat near the windows, sleek and imposing. Behind it, a black leather chair faced the city like a throne overlooking its kingdom.Layla slowly turned in a circle, taking it all in.“You built all this,” she murmured.Elias watched her instead of answering.“Yes.”She stepped closer to the glass wall, staring down at the streets far below. The cars looked small. People looked smalle