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Not letting go

Penulis: Josemary
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-19 01:07:03

After two more rounds of the rough night. The room was now quiet,too quiet for everything that had happened.

The curtains were only half drawn, letting in a soft wash of the moonlight that stretched lazily across the bed. It painted everything in warm soft ash light—rumpled sheets, tangled limbs, and the quiet aftermath of a night neither of them would forget.

Layla lay on her side, her body heavy with exhaustion, her breathing slow but uneven. She felt it everywhere,not pain—no.

Just… the li
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  • Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle    Crossing a line

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  • Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle    Tempt

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  • Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle    Silence

    Margaret’s face went deathly pale.“No… please… don’t take me… I didn’t do anything… please!”She begged incoherently as rough hands grabbed her arms and hauled her to her feet. Her legs barely supported her. She cried harder, pleading, falling apart completely in front of her son.“I don’t want to die… please… I’ll do anything… I have money… I can give you whatever you want… please don’t do this…”Her words spilled over each other in a frantic, pathetic stream. Tears streamed down her ruined face, cutting clean paths through the mascara and dirt.Liam was pushed down beside her.He didn’t fight or shout. He just sat there, slumped against the chair, breathing slowly and deliberately, like he was trying to hold onto the last fragile piece of control he had left in this world.Margaret turned to him, eyes wide and filled with raw terror.“Liam… please… say something… do something… you’re my son…”He didn’t look at her at first.Then, slowly — painfully — he turned his head. His bloodsh

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  • Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle    One more time

    The words hung in the air between them. Layla didn’t respond right away. Her fingers twitched slightly at her sides. Then, slowly, she turned. Her eyes met his and for the first time since the gunshots tore her life apart, he saw the emptiness clearly. “Is it?” she asked. Her voice was soft and flat. Elias held her gaze. “Yes.” A long pause stretched between them. Layla tilted her head slightly, as if testing the weight of his answer. “As simple as that?” There was something in her tone now,not confusion or disbelief. Just… distance,like she was observing her own life from outside her body. Elias didn’t answer immediately because he knew the truth — nothing about this was simple. Nothing about any of this had ever been simple. Layla looked away from him. Her gaze drifted down the long corridor, toward the exit, toward a world that no longer felt like hers. “My mom is still dead,” she said quietly,each word landing slowly, deliberately. “My dad is still gone. My sister is

  • Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle    Sunday that felt too short

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  • Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle    Dangerous confidence

    The words fell quietly between them but they carried weight. Layla blinked,not because she had expected him to say he loved her but because hearing him say he might never love her made something in her chest tighten. “I’m not asking you to,” she said after a moment. “I know.” His voice remai

  • Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle    Reward 2

    Layla pushed him back fully onto the mattress. Elias fell against the bed, eyes blazing, watching her like a man who had finally decided to stop holding back and still thinking about the word “Oldie”Layla climbed onto the bed slowly,hovering over him. She unbuttoned his belt first,then stepped bac

  • Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle    Reward

    Night came slowly, stretching across the sky like ink spilled over silk.Layla stood in front of her mirror, brushing out her hair after her shower, the faint scent of vanilla clinging to her skin. She had taken extra time freshening up—longer than necessary, if she was honest. A soft cream sweater

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