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• Owned By My Best Friend's Uncle   CHAPTER 126 - I AM THE ONE YOU ARE WAITING FOR

  (Vivian’s POV)“Is that the person who wants to buy your old studio?” Martha asked, her eyes lighting up with curiosity as I ended the call.I let out a long breath before setting my phone on the desk. “Yes, someone named Matteo. He said he’s representing a client. They’re offering fifteen percent above market price.”Martha’s eyes widened. “Fifteen percent? That’s more than generous. Your old studio isn’t bad at all, but it’s not exactly in a prime location.”“That’s exactly what’s making me hesitate,” I replied, leaning back in my chair. “It’s a decent place, sure, but it’s not luxurious. Not enough to warrant that kind of offer. It’s… too good.”Martha tilted her head. “Maybe they need it urgently. Or maybe the buyer is just rich and doesn’t care about money.”“Maybe,” I murmured, though something in my gut remained unsettled.“Are you going to meet him tomorrow?”“Yes. At Caelum Bistro. Matteo said he’d meet me there at noon to discuss the details and paperwork.”“Want me to come

• Owned By My Best Friend's Uncle   CHAPTER 125 - A RIVAL

  (Kai’s POV)“Mr. Wilder, he’s waiting in the executive lounge,” my assistant informed me as I stepped out of the elevator, the sharp echo of my Italian leather shoes cutting cleanly across the polished marble floor.I gave a curt nod. “Send him in.”I headed into my office, shrugging off the weight of another meaningless meeting as I loosened my tie and moved to sit behind the desk. The skyline of the city glittered beyond the tall, floor-to-ceiling glass, but my eyes barely registered it. My focus was elsewhere.Within seconds, the door opened and Matteo entered—always prompt, always composed.“Matteo.”“Mr. Wilder,” he greeted with a slight bow of respect, closing the door behind him.“Report.”He reached into his coat and pulled out a black folder. “Vivian’s old studio is still listed. No confirmed buyers. But I have the agent’s contact. We can move whenever you’re ready.”I tapped my fingers against the desk, then looked up sharply. “Reach out to her. Say you’re interested in buyi

• Owned By My Best Friend's Uncle   CHAPTER 134 - ANOTHER GAME

  (Vivian’s POV)“Grande oat milk latte, one shot espresso, no sugar, please,” I said to the barista with a polite smile, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.It was just another morning. Or so I told myself. I tried to hold onto the comfort of routine. The predictability of my daily coffee run. The illusion that life had finally settled into something manageable again.I reached for my wallet, already pulling out my card when I heard a familiar voice behind me—cool, firm, unmistakable.“I’ll pay for that,” he said, sliding a black card smoothly onto the counter.I froze.I knew that voice too well.Too deep. Too calm. Too dangerous for the walls I’d built.I turned slowly, and every part of me braced for the inevitable impact.It was him.Kai.Wearing a tailored charcoal suit, his dark hair a little messy, like he hadn’t bothered taming it. His face unreadable as ever, but his eyes…Those cold, piercing eyes were on me, unwavering.I blinked, disbelief crashing through me like wave

• Owned By My Best Friend's Uncle   CHAPTER 123 - A DINNER PARTY

  (Vivian’s POV)A soft knock on my office door stirred me from the gentle hum of my thoughts. I looked up and saw Martha step in, her expression calm and familiar as always.“Miss Vivian,” she said with a polite smile, “Mr. Arkham is downstairs. He said he’s here to pick you up.”I glanced at the clock on the wall—7:04 PM. Right on time.“Alright. Tell him I’ll be down in a minute,” I said, closing the notebook I had been jotting notes in.“Yes, Miss,” she replied before disappearing as quietly as she came.I stood and walked over to the mirror hanging by the corner. I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, adjusted the collar of my blouse, and exhaled deeply.You’re okay. It’s just Darius.When I stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby, I spotted him immediately. Darius stood by the entrance, his posture relaxed, hands tucked into the pockets of his navy blue coat. He looked up as soon as he heard the elevator chime and smiled when our eyes met.His smile was like warmth

• Owned By My Best Friend's Uncle   CHAPTER 122 - SPECIAL ONE

  (Vivian’s POV)“Wow, look who’s betraying me.”Summer’s voice cut through the restaurant air like a knife. Sharp. Unforgiving. But not unexpected.I smiled bitterly and looked down at the glass in my hands. I deserved it.“I’m sorry,” I said, quietly. “I know I disappeared.”“You didn’t disappear,” she snapped. “You vanished. Without a word. You left me and your entire life behind like it was nothing.”I didn’t speak. There was nothing I could say that would fix the hurt in her voice.Summer sighed and leaned back in her chair. Her eyes softened, though the storm still lingered behind them. “Do you even know how terrified I was? You called me once—once—and told me not to tell anyone. Not even my own uncle.”Kai.She didn’t say his name, but we both knew who she meant.“I had to, Summer,” I said quietly. “I wasn’t ready. And I wasn’t safe.”Summer’s brow furrowed. “You think I’d betray you?”“No. I was afraid he’d betray you. Or use you.” I swallowed the guilt. “He knows you’re my best

• Owned By My Best Friend's Uncle   CHAPTER 121 - MISSING SOMETHING

  (Vivian’s POV)I stood in front of the orchids for a long moment, my fingers still brushing one of the delicate petals. It was soft—too soft. Too perfect. Almost like it didn’t belong in this mess I called my life.Just like Darius.He was everything I should want. Everything that made sense.A man who respected me. Supported me. Who never raised his voice, never complicated things. He smiled through my silences and listened through my fears. He waited patiently, never once pressuring me to return the affection he so clearly gave.And yet here I was, standing still, unable to feel what I was supposed to.Not because Darius lacked anything.But because I was still holding onto a man who didn’t want to be held.I turned away from the flower, inhaling deeply before walking toward my desk. My new studio still smelled of clean walls and freshly unpacked dreams, and yet there was something incomplete about it. Like it was still missing a soul.Or maybe, I was the one still missing something