《Owned By My Best Friend's Uncle》全部章節：第 71 章 - 第 80 章

(Vivian’s POV)I had just finished showering when the bedroom door opened and Kai walked in without knocking. He stared at me with his mouth shut, as if talking to me was the most irritating thing in the world.And those cold, indifferent eyes of his. They pierced through my heart like thorns.I tried to limp my way to the bed.“Just got out of the shower?” he asked suddenly, and I stopped walking after only one step.“Yes. I thought I needed it to cool my head,” I replied.Or more precisely, to cool down my heart and mind.“You’re having trouble walking,” he finally said.“I’m fine. I can walk on my own,” I snapped.If you can clearly see I’m struggling to walk, the least you could do is use your brain—or whatever kindness you have left—to help me!That’s what I wanted to yell at him. To scold him for ignoring me all day, treating me like a lifeless wall. At the very least, he should’ve treated me kindly no matter what happened last night.I continued walking slowly and carefully.“F

(Vivian’s POV)He doesn’t want love, so why does he act like this?That question had been echoing in my head for days. Maybe even weeks. I couldn’t tell anymore. Time feels slow and blurry lately. I barely saw Kai anymore. Not like before. Our conversations were short, if not entirely silent. He didn’t even look at me the same way. Just… blank. Like I was a stranger sleeping under the same roof.I hated it.I hated how tense the air became whenever we were in the same room. I hated how his voice had turned colder, how his eyes avoided mine, how the only time he even acknowledged my presence was when it was necessary.It was pathetic.I was pathetic.So I started spending more time at my studio. Sometimes I’d sleep there too, just to avoid going home. That place didn’t feel like a home anymore. It was a prison. Full of memories that kept stabbing at me every time I walked through the door.I needed out.But apartments in Houston weren’t easy to find. Not the ones I could afford, at lea

(Vivian’s POV)I finally found a place.It wasn’t fancy. The paint was a little chipped near the kitchen, and the heater made a strange knocking sound when it turned on. But it was cheap, close to my studio, and more importantly, mine. I could walk to work in less than thirty minutes, and if I really needed to, the bus stopped just down the street. No more penthouse. No more glass walls or silence so heavy it suffocated me."Are you sure you don't want to buy a car at least?" Summer asked, lifting a box labeled kitchen onto the countertop. Her brow furrowed with concern.I gave her a tired smile. "I'm fine. It's not that far, and I like walking. Help me think.""Yeah, but walking alone at night? Not ideal."I shrugged, opening a box filled with tangled fairy lights and a couple of framed photos I hadn’t looked at in weeks. "I can handle myself.""Still," Summer muttered, unfolding a small rug and placing it under the coffee table. "You should at least carry pepper spray. I can order o

(Vivian’s POV)I thought he’d come again that night.He didn’t.I sat curled up on the small couch by the window, my knees pulled to my chest, watching the glittering city lights blink behind the sheer curtain like a promise I no longer believed in. The silence was thicker tonight. Heavier. I could still feel the memory of his presence lingering in the room—Kai’s warmth from the night before—but it was fading fast. Almost as if I’d imagined him being here at all.A bitter laugh escaped me.Of course, he didn’t come back.I reached for my tea—cold now—and took a sip, grimacing. I left it on the windowsill and whispered to myself, “Figures.”Maybe last night had been a fluke. A moment of guilt on his part. Maybe Summer asked him to check on me again, and he just… complied. Like he always does. Like some moral obligation twisted into a midnight visit.I clenched my jaw, trying to swallow the sting of disappointment. How many times was I going to let myself get pulled into this cycle? Of

(Vivian's POV)The pain seared through my wrists as I yanked against the restraints, the coarse rope digging deeper into my skin with every desperate tug. My arms trembled, muscles strained, but I didn’t care. I had to try. I couldn’t wait. Couldn’t just lie here and hope. I had to escape."Come on... come on..." I whispered through clenched teeth, tears of frustration burning my eyes.I twisted again, trying to loosen the rope around my ankle this time. My heart pounded in my chest, the panic like a vice around my lungs. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.Then I heard it.The door.Click.Creak."You ungrateful bitch."Adrian.I froze. My heart stopped.He stood in the doorway, eyes wild, a greasy takeout bag clutched in one hand, the other twitching like it wanted to hit something. He dropped the bag on the floor with a thud."Trying to escape, huh?" he growled, storming toward me."Let me go!" I screamed, tears now streaming freely down my face. "You're insane!"Adrian grabbed m