All Chapters of Owned By My Mafia Brother-in-law : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter 101|| VINCENZO's POV ||The estate was exactly as I remembered.Quiet. Decaying. A shadow of its former grandeur—just like the man who once ruled from its halls.I walked past the rusting gates, every step echoing off the old stone path. My men waited at the gate. This part was personal. I didn’t need guns. Not yet.The door creaked as I pushed it open, and the smell of damp wood and dust hit me like a memory I never wanted. I moved through the dim corridors until I reached the room lit by candlelight.And there he was.Alessandro Russo!My grandfather sat in his armchair like a king without a kingdom. Two guards flanked him, but they didn’t move. They wouldn’t dare—not when they saw my face.He looked up slowly, setting down his glass of wine.“Vincenzo,” he said, voice calm, like I’d just come back from a trip. “I was wondering when you'd arrive.”I stepped forward, eyes burning into his. “Where is she?”He smirked. “She’s alive. For now.”“You’re playing a game you can’t w

Chapter 103|| SANCIA'S POV ||The room was cold again.I’d stopped counting the days. Morning blended into night in here—gray walls, flickering lights, and silence broken only by the creak of old pipes or the footsteps of guards outside my door. I didn’t know where I was. Only that I was alone.And now, apparently, I had company.The door opened with a metallic groan. I turned my head, expecting one of the guards or maybe his assistant. But instead—Kayla.Immaculate as ever. Hair curled, heels clicking like she was on a runway instead of inside a prison. Her eyes found me instantly, and her painted lips curved into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.“Well, well,” she said sweetly, “you look awful.”I sat up straighter in the chair, instinctively wrapping my arms around myself. My wrists still bore faint red marks from the ropes. I didn’t respond to her bait. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.She walked in without invitation, her heels echoing across the floor as she looked arou

Chapter 105|| VINCENZO's POV ||The mirror didn’t reflect a groom. It reflected a hollowed man in a tuxedo, a man whose eyes carried the weight of defeat. My hands were cold despite the spring warmth outside. They trembled when I tried to adjust my cufflinks, a task I’d never failed before. Today, even the smallest things mocked me.Sancia… I’m sorry.I whispered it inside my mind like a prayer, as if she could hear me across the void where my love for her bled dry with every passing hour. I had done everything to find her. Every connection, every favor, every ounce of strength—and still, my grandfather stayed one step ahead. She was gone. And now, I was about to marry someone else under the guise of duty and betrayal.The music outside began. The guests had gathered. I could hear Kayla’s high-pitched laughter echoing beyond the walls. It was almost cruel. As if the world was cheering for my collapse.I stepped out of the room and began the walk down the long marbled corridor toward

Chapter 107|| SANCIA'S POV ||The doors slammed open with a loud bang, the echo silencing every voice in the hall. I stumbled slightly as Valeria supported me, my body still weak from days of captivity, but my heart surged when I saw him—Vincenzo.There he stood on the grand stage, dressed in a sleek black suit, the golden embroidery of the old family crest barely visible against his chest. His head whipped around at the noise, his dark eyes searching desperately—and then he saw me.Our eyes locked.My heart broke all over again as I whispered, tears slipping down my face, “Vincenzo…”His lips parted in disbelief. He looked like he was seeing a ghost. For a heartbeat, neither of us moved. The world had fallen away—no crowd, no altar, no looming disaster. Just us.Then Kayla turned.She saw me and let out a shriek, loud enough to pierce through the heavy silence of the wedding hall.“NO!” she screamed. “No, no, no! This isn’t happening! This witch is ruining everything again!”I flinc

Chapter 109|| VINCENZO's POV ||I couldn’t stop staring at her.Sancia stood there, trembling slightly, her hand protectively over her stomach—their words echoing in my head:I’m pregnant. You’re going to be a father.A father.My throat tightened painfully, emotion crashing over me so fast it almost knocked the air from my lungs. My heart felt like it was beating everywhere at once—in my chest, in my ears, in my hands. I blinked hard, trying to hold it together, but the tears welled up anyway.I stepped closer to her, barely breathing. My fingers brushed her cheek, so softly, like I was afraid she might vanish if I touched her too roughly."You… you're carrying our child," I whispered hoarsely.She nodded, smiling even though her eyes were wet too.A broken laugh slipped from my chest, and before I knew it, I was pulling her into my arms, burying my face into her shoulder. I didn’t care that everyone was watching. I didn’t care about anything except the miracle standing in front of