Lahat ng Kabanata ng Owned By My Best Friend's Uncle: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

(Vivian’s POV)“Why…?”Why? One word echoed in my head, unanswered by Kai’s words. I could only look into his eyes, searching for that answer, but all I found there was longing and a gaze that felt suffocatingly intense.But again, he was Kai. How could I have given him my heart, trusted him, swallowed his words whole, and believed they held deep meaning? I knew my heart had once been broken simply because of my own carelessness—my naivety in mistaking Kai’s tenderness and concern as love.If I repeated that mistake again, I would be nothing but a foolish Vivian. For love, for affection, for an embrace from the man I loved so deeply, I had abandoned my sanity and ignored my logic. I became a foolish donkey.I pushed him with both hands, but his arms tightened even more around my waist, as if he refused to let me go, even for a second.“Kai, please—” I didn’t want to get hurt. “I don’t want to misunderstand again. So—”“So if I make it clear,” Kai’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed

(Vivian’s POV)This is crazy.So crazy.I had been stuck in this room for God knows how many hours, dressed in nothing but Kai’s oversized shirt. My entire body felt like it had been steamrolled—twice. Every inch of me ached. My skin bore bruises, hickeys, and red bites, marking me like some poor creature trapped in a possessive lover’s den. If someone walked in right now, they’d think I’d barely survived a brutal ambush.Correction: I barely survived Kai Reyes.My throat was hoarse, my voice sounded like broken glass scraping pavement, and my body was limp, absolutely destroyed. I didn’t even know it was possible to feel this much soreness and heat at the same time.And now, as the day surrendered to night, I heard the door creak.I glanced up, my heart skipping a beat as I saw Kai walk in. Shirtless. Black sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His usually neat hair was a sexy mess, and that lazy grin? Oh God, that grin had been plastered on his face since our last round of… destructio

(Darius’s POV)I gripped my phone tightly, my knuckles turning white as I pressed the red button to end the call. My jaw clenched painfully, the sound of Kai’s arrogant voice still echoing in my ears.That bastard.He had the audacity to pick up Vivian’s phone, answer with that smug, victorious tone, and tell me—without a shred of respect—that Vivian was in his room. Getting dressed. After a shower."She’ll call you back later. She’s… occupied."I scoffed bitterly, my chest tightening in a mixture of anger and frustration.Why did she even answer my call after that? Why bother pretending?"Fuck!" I yelled.I hit the table in front of me very hard.At that moment, I heard the door knock and one of my employees walked in."Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt your time...""Get out.""W-What?""Get out. Now!" I shouted.Damn it… Damn it… Damn it!!I will kill that fucking bastard. And I won't let that smile, that condescending voice again be heard from him. Even just to hold his head up, I swor

(Vivian’s POV)I was standing in my kitchen, stirring the creamy carbonara sauce, completely focused on dinner, when two strong arms suddenly wrapped around my waist, pulling me back into a solid, warm chest.I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.A satisfied sigh puffed against my neck before I felt soft lips pressing lazy kisses along my skin.“Mmm… you smell delicious,” Kai whispered, his voice low and husky.I rolled my eyes, barely suppressing the smile tugging at my lips. “Are you making fun of me? I smell like kitchen smoke. Garlic. And possibly burnt onions.”Kai ignored my protest, pressing his nose to my neck like a man possessed. “Nope. You smell… addictive.”My cheeks burned because I could feel his grin against my skin.“Kai,” I warned, “stop sniffing me like a wolf and let me finish cooking.”He chuckled, voice rumbling deep in his chest. “You cook. I sniff. Seems like a good deal to me.” His hands didn’t budge from my waist, thumbs stroking soft circles on my

(Vivian’s POV)I barely had time to react before Kai’s mouth was on mine again—hungry, relentless, like he couldn’t get enough. His lips moved over mine with this sinful mix of desperation and control, tongue slipping past my lips, tasting, teasing, claiming. My back arched as his hands slid down my ribs, fingers curling around my hips like I belonged nowhere else but under him.A low groan rumbled in his chest, vibrating against my body, making my toes curl. I felt his knee pushing between my thighs, parting me shamelessly, pressing right where I needed him most.I gasped, my hands fisting the front of his shirt. “Kai…” I moaned, my voice embarrassingly needy.His mouth trailed down my jawline, biting softly along my throat, sucking just enough to make my head spin. “You sound so fucking pretty when you say my name like that,” he growled, dragging his tongue over the sensitive skin behind my ear.I squirmed beneath him, desperate for more friction, more of him. My nightgown was usele