All Chapters of Owned By My Mafia Brother-in-law : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 1117 MONTHS LATER...|| SANCIA's POV ||The late afternoon sunlight poured softly through the windows, painting the living room in hues of gold.I sat on the couch, my hand instinctively resting over my large, rounded stomach.Each little movement from the baby made my heart swell with a bittersweet tenderness.I was so close to meeting the little life growing inside me — a piece of Vincenzo and me, a piece of the future we had fought so hard for.The sound of the doorbell cut through the calm.Leo moved to open it, but I heard the voice before I even saw the man.A voice I hadn't heard in so long that, for a second, I thought I was imagining it."Is she here?"I turned, my heart stuttering in my chest as I watched my father step inside.He looked older than I remembered — his hair more silver, his face carved with deeper lines.But his eyes...Those familiar, kind eyes searched for me like he had crossed a thousand miles just to see me."Sancia," he breathed out, almost like

Chapter 113|| VINCENZO's POV ||Gunshots cracked through the night like breaking bones, sharp and relentless.I ducked behind the overturned truck, my heart hammering against my ribs.Who the hell tipped them off?Who knew that Sancia had gone into labor tonight of all nights?I clenched my jaw, fury boiling in my veins as I reloaded my gun.The Bravta bastards had come prepared, but they had made one mistake —they came between me and my family."You picked the wrong night!" I shouted as I fired back, taking down another one of them.I wasn’t going to let anyone — not the Bravta, not my grandfather, not the goddamn devil himself —take away what little happiness I had built.Two more rushed at me from the left. I dropped them before they got close.My body moved on instinct, a dance of violence I had perfected over years, but my mind—My mind was back in the hospital room, picturing Sancia in pain, alone, frightened.I have to get back to her. I have to.Finally, after what felt lik

Chapter 115|| SANCIA's POV ||The laughter from the garden faded into a soft hum behind me as I leaned against the stone wall, staring out toward the empty road.I should’ve felt victorious.I should’ve felt at peace.But something tugged at me — a voice that wasn’t mine.It was Sancia’s."Vincenzo..." she had said softly, her hand clutching my arm,"...he has no one now. He’s old. He’s... broken."I hadn’t wanted to listen at first.Part of me still burned with anger — the betrayals, the manipulation.But when I looked into Sancia’s eyes, I saw something else.Compassion.Mercy.And damn it... she was right.I let out a heavy breath, pushing myself off the wall and walking toward my car.The least I could do was offer him a seat at our table one last time.It didn’t take long to catch up to him.He was still close, his car pulled over just down the hill,the old man sitting stiffly in the backseat, staring out at nothing.I knocked on the window once.He looked up, surprise flickeri

Chapter 117|| VINCENZO's POV ||The air had thickened with tension, the weight of the crowd's gaze pressing down on us. My mind was still racing, trying to digest what Rossie had just revealed. The pieces of the puzzle I had been trying to put together for months were now scattered on the floor, broken beyond repair. It felt like I was drowning in the storm of it all.I could hear my grandfather seething beside me, his grip tightening on Seth as if holding onto the child would keep him grounded in this moment of chaos. I knew what was coming. I could see the veins popping in his neck, the barely contained fury radiating from his every pore. He was about to lose control, and I wasn’t sure whether I was ready for that."Impossible!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the thick silence. His words were a demand for proof, a refusal to acknowledge the truth before him. "Anastasia cannot be from this family. This is nothing but a lie!"I could feel my pulse quicken. My grandfather's den

Chapter 119|| VINCENZO's POV ||I caught Rossie just as she was trying to slip away through the side corridor. Grabbing her arm firmly — but not roughly — I pulled her aside into one of the smaller drawing rooms, away from the curious eyes of the remaining guests."Enough," I said sharply, closing the door behind us. The room smelled faintly of old wood and dust, the heavy curtains muting the noise from the party outside. "What the hell are you trying to do?"Rossie yanked her arm free and crossed her arms stubbornly. Her chin lifted in defiance, the same way Anastasia’s had when she was crying."I’m doing what I should have done a long time ago," she said, her voice cold. "I’m securing a future for my daughter."I raked a hand through my hair, struggling to keep my voice calm. "You already had everything you asked for, Rossie. Money. Safety. Respect. What more do you want?"Her lips curled into a bitter smile. "Position. Name. Blood recognition. My daughter deserves to be acknowledg