Lahat ng Kabanata ng Seven Minutes with my Ex's Uncle : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

The bell rang, sharp and final, slicing through the low hum of the classroom and it was break time. Chairs scraped while voices of students rose excitedly.Energy shifted instantly.Layla barely had time to pack her books before Chloe grabbed her wrist.“Come on,” she said, already pulling her up. “We are not wasting this break. I need details. Full details. No summaries.”Layla laughed softly, letting herself be dragged along.“You’re so dramatic.”“I don't think so. I just want the story,” Chloe shot back without missing a beat.They slipped out of the classroom and into the corridor, weaving through clusters of students until they reached a quieter corner near the back staircase—one of their usual spots.It was secluded and safe enough.Chloe turned immediately, folding her arms.“Start talking.”Layla exhaled, leaning against the wall.For a second, she didn’t speak because now that she had to say everything out loud—It felt real again.Chloe narrowed her eyes.“Don’t tell me y

The sound of the opening door alone was enough to shift the atmosphere slightly.Her father was home.Layla's chest tightened just a little while footsteps followed.Then her father appeared in the dining area.He loosened his tie slightly as his gaze moved across the room—stopping briefly on Chloe.“Good evening, sir,” Chloe said immediately, sitting up straighter.He gave a small nod. “Chloe.”Then his eyes shifted to Layla.“Dad…” Layla said softly.He nodded once.“Finish your meal,” he said calmly. “I’ll join you.”Then he walked past them.Layla exhaled slowly, not even realizing she’d been holding her breath.Chloe leaned slightly toward her, whispering—“Why do I feel like I’m about to be interrogated by the FBI?”Layla swallowed.“Because you will be interrogated but not by the FBI.”Chloe blinked. “…you’re not joking, are you?”Layla didn’t respond and that silence was enough.Dinner ended quicker than expected.Layla’s father returned and sat quietly, eating without saying

WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!” Chloe said as she collapsed onto the bed dramatically. “I almost died in that room. ”Layla dropped beside her, still breathing hard. “I thought he was going to disown me.”Chloe turned her head toward her. “Disown you? I thought he was going to disown me.”Layla let out a shaky laugh.Then covered her face.Chloe continued.“I just survived an interrogation.”“Interrogation?” she let out a shaky laugh. “That felt like a full-blown trial.” Layla said while clutching her shirt.Chloe lay fully on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “I saw my life flash before my eyes. I swear your dad was about to ask for my birth certificate next.”Layla slid down slowly until she was sitting on the floor, her back against the door.“I thought he was going to ban me from seeing you forever.”Chloe turned her head sharply. “Excuse me? I thought he was going to ban me from breathing.”Despite everything—Layla laughed. A real soft laugh this time.The tension that had wrapped tight

Morning came slowly with soft light filtered through the curtains, stretching lazily across the room like it, too, had no intention of rushing.It was Saturday.No alarms.No school.No pressure.And for the first time in days—Peace.Layla stirred slightly under her blanket, her brows knitting faintly as consciousness pulled her out of sleep.She blinked once, then twice and let out a slow breath as she rolled onto her side.Her eyes landed on Chloe and just like that—Her lips twitched.Chloe sprawled across the bed in the most dramatic way possible—one arm hanging off the side, hair covering half her face, blanket twisted around her legs like she had fought a war in her sleep.Layla stared at her for a moment.Then shook her head.“Unbelievable…”She reached out and nudged Chloe lightly but no response.Layla rolled her eyes, then gave her a slightly firmer push.Chloe groaned.“…five more minutes…”Layla smirked.“You’ve had seven hours.”Chloe barely reacted, mumbling something i

The office was quiet,not the kind of quiet that felt empty or peaceful—But the kind that carried weight,precision and control.Everything in the space reflected it.From the sleek glass walls that overlooked the city below, to the neatly arranged documents on the desk, to the faint ticking of the clock that seemed almost too careful not to disturb the atmosphere—everything about the room spoke of a man who tolerated no disorder, no unpredictability, no weakness.And seated at the center of it all was Elias.He leaned back slightly in his chair, his phone still in his hand, his expression calm, though there was something beneath it… something sharper, more focused, more deliberate.The call with Layla had ended only moments ago. Yet her presence and her voice still lingered loudly in his mind like a subtle distraction.One he didn’t particularly appreciate.Or perhaps—One he simply wasn’t used to.His thumb hovered briefly over his phone screen before he placed it down slowly on the