All Chapters of Owned By My Mafia Brother-in-law : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Chapter 122|| SANCIA's POV ||It had been two weeks since Anastasia came to live with us.At first, things were peaceful. Too peaceful.And that’s when I knew something terrible was coming.I was in the nursery, rocking Seth in my arms, when the news broke.It came in a storm — phone calls, text messages, even reporters outside our gates.I watched in horror as Vincenzo came storming into the room, his face livid.“Sancia,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Turn on the news.”My fingers shook as I grabbed the remote. The TV flashed on — and there it was.Rossie. Standing in front of cameras.Holding up… a forged DNA report."The truth must come out," Rossie was saying, her voice dripping with false grief. "Seth is not Vincenzo Russo’s real son. The future of the Russo family must be protected from deception!"I gasped, clutching Seth closer to my chest as if I could shield him from the poisonous lies spreading across the screen.“No,” I whispered. “No, this can’t be happening…”

Chapter 124|| VINCENZO's POV ||I slammed my foot down on the accelerator, the tires screeching against the asphalt as I sped through the narrow streets. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white.Anastasia.They had taken her.Rossie had taken her.I couldn't believe it. After everything — after Seth, after all the chaos — she still hadn’t stopped. She was desperate now, cornered like a wounded animal. And she had taken the one person she thought would break me.Not this time.I swerved sharply, following the tracking signal hidden in Anastasia’s backpack. Every second felt like a knife twisting deeper into my chest.I pulled up to a deserted warehouse at the outskirts of the city. I didn't wait. I kicked open the door and stormed inside, my gun raised."Rossie!" I bellowed, my voice echoing off the cold, metal walls.I saw her immediately. She stood in the center of the empty floor, a gun pressed against Anastasia’s temple. Anastasia’s face was st

Chapter 126|| SANCIA's POV ||I sat curled on the couch, holding Seth against my chest.His soft little breaths warmed my skin as he napped, utterly at peace.Vincenzo sat across from me, watching us with a strange, thoughtful look.“Are you sure about this?” he asked quietly, his voice almost a whisper.I looked over at Anastasia, who stood by the window, clutching her favorite stuffed animal.She was trying so hard to act brave, to pretend she didn’t notice the grown-up conversation happening around her.But I could see the worry in her eyes.“Yes," I said firmly. "I’m sure."Vincenzo leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.“She’s not just Viktor’s daughter anymore,” he said slowly. “She’s... she’s ours, if you want that.”I nodded, feeling my throat tighten with emotion.“She deserves a family that truly loves her.”He gave a small, crooked smile — one of those rare, tender ones he only showed to Seth and me.“Then it’s settled," he said. "From now on, she’s Anastasia Rus

Chapter 128|| VALERIA's POV ||I hadn’t seen him in years, but I knew the moment I stepped into that velvet-draped room that he would still recognize me.The royal suite smelled faintly of cologne and pine—elegant, distant, like the life I left behind. I stood in the doorway, my hands trembling slightly, my pulse deafening in my ears.And then there he was.Leandro.The Prince of Iverna. My fiancé—the man I ran from before our wedding day. He was standing by the window, sunlight catching the gold threads of his tailored coat, a crystal glass in one hand.When his eyes found mine, the world seemed to freeze.“Valeria?” he said, disbelieving.I swallowed hard. “Hello, Leandro.”He stared for a beat too long, then set down the glass, his face unreadable.“They told me you were gone,” he said, stepping closer. “Vanished without a trace. My father thought you were kidnapped. My mother mourned. And I—”He stopped himself.I took a breath. “I know what I did to you was... wrong.”“Wrong?” h

Chapter 130|| VALERIA's POV ||The wind was sharp against my face as I stepped out of the car. Sergio stayed behind, leaning against the black SUV, arms crossed and eyes alert. The old train station where we agreed to meet was half-abandoned, all rust and forgotten echoes. But Leonard had always liked dramatic settings. Nothing about him was ever casual.I spotted him standing near the edge of the platform—hands in his long coat pockets, posture straight, regal even in the fading light. My heart thumped hard in my chest as I walked toward him, every step weighted with a decision I couldn’t take back.He turned when I was close enough. His face didn’t betray anything—no anger, no surprise. Just that same unreadable calm that had once driven me to madness.“Valeria,” he said. “Didn’t expect to see you again.”“I didn’t think I’d come either,” I admitted, keeping my distance.Leonard raised a brow. “Then why are you here?”I took a deep breath. “Because I need something only you can do.