Semua Bab Owned By My Best Friend's Uncle: Bab 81 - Bab 90

(Author’s POV)Kai brought Vivian to his penthouse immediately after he saved her from Adrian.There was no hesitation. No second thoughts. No discussion.Just instinct.Kai’s arms wrapped tightly around Vivian’s trembling frame as he barked into his phone. “Get Adrian to rot behind bars. I want every charge possible. No negotiations. Make sure he’s never able to touch her, or anyone else, again.”“Yes, sir,” came the answer on the other end.The moment the call ended, Kai’s eyes burned with rage as he watched Adrian being dragged away by the police. His jaw tightened. His hands balled into fists. He took a step forward, his voice low and venomous.“You think you’re a man, Adrian?” Kai snarled. “You’re nothing but filth. A pathetic coward who only feels powerful when hurting someone weaker. You will pay for this. I’ll make sure of it.”Adrian, bruised and restrained, shot a glare at Kai that could kill. “She’s mine—”“She never was,” Kai spat, stepping closer until they were nose to n

“Tell me he’s going to rot, Willem.”I paced the length of my penthouse living room, my voice low and edged with venom as I spoke into my phone. My gaze drifted toward the closed bedroom door where Vivian was still asleep. Peaceful for now. And I would do everything in my power to keep it that way.“He will,” Willem replied on the other end of the line, his voice calm and steady, as always. “But you need to prepare yourself, Kai. I found something… disturbing.”My steps halted.I didn’t like Willem using that tone. It meant something bad—very bad.“What is it?” My voice dropped, cold and sharp.There was a pause. A breath. Then Willem said, “Adrian recorded everything. Sex tapes. Dozens of them. From when they were still married.”I stared at nothing. My whole body stiffened.“…What?”“Hidden cameras. His laptop’s full of them. Some were on his phone too, backed up in cloud storage.”I felt like the ground beneath me shifted.“You’re telling me he filmed her—without consent?” I clench

(Vivian’s POV)"God! Vivian, you're okay, right? "Summer rushed in the moment the penthouse door opened. Her eyes darted around until they found me standing by the window, wrapped in one of Kai’s oversized shirts with a warm mug of tea cupped in my hands.I barely had time to answer before she enveloped me in a tight hug.“I’m okay,” I murmured softly, even though that was only partially true.Summer pulled back and scanned me from head to toe. Her brows were pinched, her lips trembling slightly. “You scared the hell out of me, you know that?”“I scared myself too,” I replied, offering her a weak smile.We sat down on the plush couch in the living area, the sunlight from the balcony softening to a golden hue as the afternoon deepened. Summer held my hand in both of hers like she was afraid I’d disappear if she let go.“I’m just glad you’re safe now,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Thank God Kai got there in time.”I nodded slowly. “If you hadn’t called him… I don’t know what wou

(Vivian’s POV)A few days later…The courtroom was cold, not in temperature, but in feeling. The air was tense, stiff, like everyone was holding their breath. I sat silently at the front with Willem beside me, his suit perfectly pressed and his expression unreadable. He gave me a small nod as if to reassure me. I returned it with a tight, nervous smile.Behind me, in the audience section, I spotted Kai.He was seated next to Summer. His posture was as relaxed as ever—long legs crossed, hands folded neatly—but I knew better. His eyes, sharp and focused, followed every word being spoken at the front of the court. And they never left me for long.This was it.The final trial.Adrian sat across the room, handcuffed and pale. The once overly confident smile he used to flash at me was completely gone. What was left was a hollow version of the man I once thought I knew.The judge’s voice echoed through the room.“Adrian Cownell, you are hereby found guilty of kidnapping with intent to harm,

(Vivian’s POV)“Where’s the answer? Why are you just silent?” I demanded, my voice sharp, my chest heaving as I faced him. He said nothing, just stared at me with a mocking gaze that made my skin crawl.I didn’t know where he came from with all the madness and arrogance he brought into my life. But after more than a week without seeing each other, without even exchanging a single message, why did it have to start like this? Why did we have to begin again with a fight?I had missed him—missed him to the point of madness. I craved to see that handsome face again, even if it looked so furious, so distant, so… proud.Why did he care so much about me meeting another man when he never had any intention of accepting my feelings in the first place? He treated my affection like it was disposable, like I was some stray dog chasing after its indifferent owner.But I’m not a poodle that clings even after being pushed away. I’m not a cat that keeps coming back to someone who clearly doesn’t want m