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When power moves

作者: Josemary
last update 公開日: 2026-03-25 00:12:40
Miles away from the mess Layla was stuck in, the city Elias was in felt just as heavy.

No peace. No calm.

Just tall glass towers stabbing the sky, catching the last dying orange of the evening sun. The streets below hummed with money—quiet money, sharp money, the kind that never shouts but always wins.

Up on the top floor of one of those towers, Elias stood all alone in a huge conference room.

The meeting had just ended and people had left fast. Chairs were still pushed back while papers
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  • Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle    Three months later

    Three months later...Spring had quietly given way to early summer and life, somehow, had continued.Not perfectly or without scars but it had continued. Layla still missed her parents every single day. There were mornings she instinctively reached for her phone to call her mother before remembering there was no one to answer anymore. There were nights she still dreamed about that terrible evening.The pain hadn't disappeared but had simply become something she learned to carry. Nadia had recovered far better than anyone expected.The gunshot wound had healed, leaving behind only a thin scar and a reminder that she had survived.Three weeks ago, she had accepted an architectural position at one of the city's leading design firms and Elias congratulated her in his usual quiet way.The following morning, he handed her a set of keys."I can't accept this," Nadia protested immediately."You already have.""Mr. Thorne…""It isn't a gift. It's security." Elias said.That had been the end o

  • Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle    Harder

    Layla couldn’t help it—she burst out laughing, closing the book and setting it aside. “You’re impossible. Come here.”She turned toward him fully, and he didn’t waste a second. He pulled her into his lap, his hands settling on her hips beneath the oversized hoodie. Their conversation faded into softer words as he kissed her properly this time—slow, deep, and full of pent-up longing. Layla melted against him, her fingers threading through his damp hair as she kissed him back with equal passion.“You’ve been working too hard,” she whispered against his lips between kisses. “I worry about you too, you know.”“I’m fine as long as you’re here when I come home.” His hands slipped under the hoodie, tracing the smooth skin of her back. “This—coming back to you—is what keeps me going.”Their kisses grew heated, tongues tangling as desire built. Layla tugged at his shirt, and he helped her pull it off, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest. She ran her hands over his skin, feeling the warm

  • Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle    Finals

    Layla covered her face immediately. She couldn't just imagine Chloe being like that."No."Marcus answered,looking completely unfazed.Chloe brightened instantly."Oh.""Do you want one?"Layla groaned."Chloe.""What?"Marcus answered before Layla could apologize."I don't have time.""Oh."“But what if the right person showed up?"Marcus looked genuinely thoughtful.Then—"I'd still be busy."Layla burst out laughing. She couldn't help it. Marcus remained completely serious which somehow made it funnier.Chloe looked offended."You reject people professionally, don't you?""I've been told that before.""Wow."Marcus nodded."Thank you.""That wasn't a compliment.""I know."Layla laughed harder. She laughed so much that tears gathered in the corners of her eyes.Chloe pointed dramatically at Marcus."See? Even Layla agrees you're impossible."Marcus kept his eyes on the road."I wasn't trying to be possible.""Oh my God," Chloe groaned. "You really talk like that."Marcus didn't answ

  • Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle    Different view

    Twenty minutes later, Layla and Chloe were heading toward the elevator, the warmth of that upstairs moment still lingering on Layla’s skin like a secret. Nadia remained at the penthouse to continue her recovery, with Maria practically forbidding her from leaving. Marcus waited downstairs beside one of the sleek black luxury SUVs, his posture calm and intimidating as always.Chloe immediately straightened her posture, flashing a bright smile. “Good morning, Marcus.”“Good morning,Miss Chloe,” he replied politely, opening the rear door with professional efficiency. Chloe looked personally offended by his restraint. “One of these days I’ll crack that professional shell,” she muttered to Layla as they climbed in.Layla nearly laughed. “Good luck with that.”The SUV pulled smoothly away from the penthouse. For the first time in weeks, they were truly going back to college. The campus looked exactly the same—sun-dappled paths, students hurrying between buildings, groups gathered beneath

  • Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle    I love you

    Layla sighed but stood up with a small smile playing on her lips as she followed him upstairs. The master suite was a sanctuary of quiet luxury. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, elegant shadows across the king-sized bed and plush rugs. The city sprawled below like a glittering promise. Layla closed the bedroom door behind her with a soft click.“What is it?” she asked, though she already suspected.Elias was standing near the bathroom doorway, his tall frame silhouetted by the light. He turned toward her slowly. For a long moment, he simply studied her face—the faint shadows beneath her eyes that had begun to fade, the way her smile came a little easier now, the subtle strength returning to her posture but he was still worried. “Are you sure you’re ready to go back today?” His voice was calm, low, and laced with genuine concern.Layla blinked, stepping closer. “What? School?”“Yes. School.” He closed the distance between them with measured steps.

  • Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle    Back to Normal

    The penthouse basked in a rare, fragile peace that Monday morning. Sunlight streamed through the towering floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the marble floors and sleek modern furniture in warm golden hues. After weeks of unrelenting chaos—hospital vigils, funerals, media storms, and the shadow of murder accusations—it felt almost surreal to wake up to ordinary silence. No frantic calls in the middle of the night,no urgent knocks at the door,no headlines screaming Elias Thorne’s name in connection with death and scandal. Just the soft hum of the city far below and the distant clink of dishes from the kitchen. Layla stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, carefully adjusting the collar of her crisp white blouse. She smoothed down the fabric of her navy skirt and stared at her reflection. Physically, she looked the same—same long hair falling in soft waves, same determined eyes but something had shifted behind them. Grief had carved permanent lines into her spirit.

  • Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle    Craving

    Layla stared at her phone from the edge of the bed, her back straight, her hands clenched so tightly in her lap that her fingers ached. The room felt smaller now as the walls closed in with every vibration of the device. She didn’t need to look at the screen because she already knew but still, the n

  • Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle    Eighteen and a mess

    The sunlight that seeped through Layla’s blinds felt less like morning and more like punishment, thin blades of gold slicing through the dark refuge she had tried—and failed—to hide in. She didn’t wake all at once. Instead, a warm breath brushed her cheek first—soft, insistent—followed by a wet n

  • Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle    Regret

    The knock came hard and sharp—three strikes that cut clean through the silence.Elias didn’t flinch.He was already on his feet before the third knock landed. He reached the door and opened it just enough to reveal himself. And there stood Liam.The music from the club thudded faintly down the hallwa

  • Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle     “Yes sir.”

    The words landed like a gunshot and silence crashed over the group as her finger rose—steady, unflinching—and pointed straight into the shadows. Toward him. Shock rippled outward. Liam straightened abruptly, disbelief etched across his face. Chloe gasped softly as the girl at the bar stared with

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