All Chapters of Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Truth or dare

On the night Layla turned eighteen, she learned two things: betrayal stings worse when it’s public, and desire doesn’t care about rules. What began as a harmless birthday celebration ended with a single reckless choice—one that crossed lines, shattered loyalties, and bound her to the one man she was never supposed to want. Seven minutes was all it took to change everything.NIGHT CLUB The bass from the speakers slammed through the nightclub, vibrating the floor and rattling the walls of The Velvet Serpent. Red and purple neon lights sliced across the packed room, flashing over bodies pressed together, sweat-slick skin, polished leather, and glittering heels. Smoke curled lazily through the air, carrying the sharp mix of perfume, alcohol, and something darker—something dangerous.Tonight was supposed to matter.Layla stood near the edge of the dance floor, fingers curled around the thin strap of her shimmering top as nerves fluttered low in her stomach. Eighteen. Officially an adult.

“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 her mouth falling open. The man didn’t move and for a long moment, he simply studied Layla—measuring, assessing—before one corner of his mouth curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile. No one laughed at first.They stared—frozen—as Layla pointed past her boyfriend and chose the man instead. Then the silence shattered into gasps, whistles, and cheers that tasted like scandal. “Isn’t that her boyfriend's uncle?” “Isn't that Liam's uncle?” “That’s Mr.Elias.” Whispers filled the air and then cheers. “Do it.” “Go on.” Chloe turned to her. “Layla… are you sure?” she whispered, eyes wide with disbelief. Layla didn’t answer. She was already walking toward the man in th

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 hallway behind him, but the moment his eyes met Elias’s, the bravado drained from his posture. His shoulders stiffened as fear flickered quickly and instinctively. He feared Elias just like everyone that even his name brought chills to his spine. “What do you want?” Elias asked calmly. Liam swallowed. “I—I’m looking for Layla.” Elias’s gaze sharpened by a fraction. “She’s resting.” Something dark twisted in Liam’s expression. “Resting?” he repeated, disbelief lacing his tone. He tried to peer past Elias’s shoulder.Elias didn’t move aside—but Liam saw her anyway. Layla lay on the bed, turned slightly on her side, hair fanned across the pillow, chest rising and falling slowly and peac

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 nose nudging beneath her jaw. A small weight shifted against her chest, then a sudden, unapologetic lick dragged across her face. Layla groaned faintly and turned her head, half-asleep irritation bubbling up before memory could catch her. “Okay, okay,” she murmured hoarsely, eyes still closed. “I’m up.” Another lick landed on her cheek, more enthusiastic this time and her eyes fluttered open.Brown eyes stared back at her wide and loyal,tail thumping faintly against the mattress like it was the best morning in the world. Milo. Her family’s dog,too small to be intimidating, too affectionate to understand boundaries, and apparently determined to wake her whether she was ready or not.

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 name flashed anyway. Liam. Her stomach twisted—not with longing, not with regret—but with a sharp, familiar dread. The kind that settled deep in her bones and refused to leave, no matter how much time passed. Her phone rang once more and then again. Finally, with a breath that felt scraped raw from her lungs, she answered. “Why aren’t you here?” Liam demanded the moment the call connected. “I’m not coming,” Layla said as she closed her eyes. The silence on the other end stretched, long and heavy, like a held breath before impact. “What do you mean you’re not coming?” he asked slowly, his voice dropping into something colder. “What I mean by that is that I'm not coming means

Stay Away

By Monday morning, Oakridge High no longer felt like a school.It felt like a courtroom where the verdict had already been decided. Layla felt it the moment she stepped onto campus—the way conversations faltered and restarted in whispers, the way eyes tracked her movement with thinly veiled curiosity. Phones dipped and lifted again, recording nothing and everything all at once. The video had spread faster than the truth ever could. Chloe stayed glued to her side, her shoulder brushing Layla’s protectively as they moved through the hallway. “Eyes forward,” Chloe muttered. “Breathe and let them choke on their curiosity.” Layla tried. She really did but every teacher’s gaze lingered a second too long, every smile felt sharpened by judgment. Even people she’d known for years looked at her differently now—as if she’d crossed an invisible line and couldn’t step back. Visible eyes of mockery followed her till dismissal. When the final bell echoed through Oakridge High. It echoed like a

"You're mine."

Liam froze. The sound was calm, but laced with unmistakable authority. His eyes darted to the figure emerging from the shadows. A man in a perfectly tailored suit while on a rigid posture with a sharp gaze.Liam’s jaw tightened as recognition flickered in his eyes. “You… you work for my uncle,” he muttered, voice tight.The man didn’t answer. He simply stepped closer, one hand lifting slightly in a gesture that suggested caution without aggression. His eyes were fixed on Layla, ensuring she could move safely.“Mr. Elias sent for you,” the man said quietly, looking at Layla. “Come with me.”Layla hesitated, panic rising in her chest. “I… I don’t—”“Now, Ma'am,” the man cut in. The calmness of the command left no room for argument.Liam scowled, frustration coiling tight in his chest. He shoved Layla lightly, his hands trembling with anger. “You can’t just—”“Step back,” the man said again, sharper this time. “Leave her.”Liam’s teeth clenched. He took a half-step forward, then falter

"I'll stay."

The words settled over Layla like a brand.Mine.Her pulse roared in her ears.“You don’t get to decide that,” she whispered, though her voice lacked strength.“I already did.” Elias said as his head tilted slightly.Layla's chest rose and fell quickly.“This isn’t how people work,” she said. “You can’t just claim someone.”“I didn’t claim you,” he corrected calmly. “You stepped toward me,you stayed and you responded.”“That doesn’t mean—”“It means,” he cut in quietly, “that you felt it too.”He lifted his hand slowly.Layla’s breath caught as his fingers brushed a strand of hair away from her face.The touch was almost gentle which made it worse.“You’re afraid,” he murmured.“Yes.”“Of me?”She hesitated and that hesitation was answer enough.A faint, knowing look crossed his face.“You should be,” he said. “But not in the way you think.”Layla's back pressed harder against the wall, as if she could disappear into it.“You don’t own me,” she said again, forcing the words out.His ha

Crash

Layla pressed her lips together. “Chloe,lower your voice.”“I’m in my room Layla, not a stadium,” Chloe snapped. “Why are you at his house? As in, his house-house? Like billionaire, scary, dangerous suited-man house?”“Yes.”“Why?”Layla inhaled slowly. “After school, I didn’t go home with you.”“I know that.”“Liam cornered me.”Chloe swore under her breath. “What did he do?”“He accused me of cheating. He said I humiliated him and even grabbed me when I tried to leave.”“What?” Chloe’s voice sharpened. “Grabbed you how?”“He held my arm and tried to drag me back.”There was a pause.“And?”“And then one of Elias’s men showed up.”Another silence.“A man in a suit,” Layla clarified. “Told Liam to let go. Liam recognized him—apparently he’s one of his uncle’s security contacts.”“Of course he is,” Chloe muttered. “Because your life can’t just be normal.”Layla let out a shaky breath. “The man said Elias sent for me.”“And you went?” Chloe demanded.“Yes.”“Layla!”“I didn’t really h

Dangerous kind of safe

Layla flinched when her phone vibrated. She hesitated, then picked her phone,then answered without looking at the caller's name.Silence greeted her at first.Then—“You think he can protect you?”Her fingers tightened around the phone. She now looked at the caller's ID.“Liam, what is it?”“You forget who my family is?” His voice was low, controlled in that way that meant rage sat just beneath it. “You embarrassed me.”“I didn’t do anything to you.”“You went with him.”“You cheated first.”“That was nothing,” he snapped. “That meant nothing.”“It meant enough.”Liam went silent and then his tone went colder.“You belong with me.”Layla's chest tightened at the echo of another voice saying something disturbingly similar.“I don’t belong to anyone,” she said.A sharp exhale on the other end.“You think he wants you?” Liam continued. “You think you’re special? You’re just something new to him. Something to break.”Her breath trembled.“You don’t know him.”“I know men like him.”“An

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