All Chapters of Owned By My Mafia Brother-in-law : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Chapter 132|| VALERIA's POV ||The cold Russian wind whipped against my face as I stepped out of the car. I pulled my coat tighter around me, but the chill that sank into my bones had nothing to do with the weather. It was the sight before me — my father, Daniel Volkoff, standing with his men, waiting for me as if I were nothing but a delivery. His black coat fluttered against the snow, his face carved from stone, unreadable. Around him, the Bravta soldiers stood in a silent, imposing circle.Prince Leonard stepped around the car and offered me his hand. I took it briefly, more out of formality than need, my heart hammering against my ribs. This was it. I was back.Leonard turned to my father and bowed respectfully. "Daniel Volkoff," he greeted smoothly. "As promised, your daughter, safe and unharmed."Daniel gave a small, grim smile, the kind that didn't reach his eyes. "Thank you, Your Highness," he said, his voice low and heavy with unspoken meaning. "Your debt to the Volkoff fami

Chapter 134|| SERGIO'S POV ||I sat alone in my car, parked outside the old pier, the waves crashing against the shore like a cruel reminder of everything I had lost.The city didn’t feel the same without Valeria.I lit a cigarette, but the taste was bitter in my mouth. I tossed it out the window with a curse. I told myself that she had chosen her path, that she didn’t care enough to stay.But the truth was — I missed her.More than I cared to admit.Unable to take it anymore, I started digging. I made some calls, pressured some contacts, pulled every string I could. One thing led to another until I found myself face to face with one of Leonard’s slimy friends at a dingy club.The guy was arrogant at first — laughing, making snide remarks about Russia, about the Bratva, about Valeria.Until I grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall."Talk," I growled, my patience gone. "Tell me why she left."He struggled, trying to act tough. I twisted his arm painfully behind his

Chapter 136|| SANCIA's POV ||The air in the mansion was thick with tension the moment we stepped inside.I tightened my grip around Seth, feeling his tiny fists clench the fabric of my dress. Vincenzo brushed his hand lightly against the small of my back as if to steady me.We walked into the grand hall where the whole family was already gathered.My heart sank when I saw them — Rossie and Anastasia, seated smugly near the head of the long table.Rossie looked far too comfortable for my liking, her smile sly, her posture relaxed like she had already won some battle we weren’t even aware of.I swallowed down the unease gnawing at my chest.Vincenzo’s grandfather stood at the head of the table, his presence commanding, even in his old age. His cane thudded heavily against the marble floor as he cleared his throat."Thank you all for coming," he began, his voice echoing in the silent hall. "Today, we make important decisions for the future of the Russo family."I sat down stiffly next

Chapter 138|| VALERIA's POV ||The shopping mall buzzed with the hum of people, laughter, and the clinking of coffee cups. I shifted the weight of the shopping bags in my arms with a small grunt of frustration."Here," Sergio said gruffly, taking half the bags from me without even asking.I glared at him but said nothing. It was easier to be annoyed at him than to admit how my heart flipped every time he did something so... considerate.We walked in silence for a moment, our steps echoing against the marble floors. I couldn't take it anymore. The words tumbled out before I could stop myself."Why did you even come back, Sergio?"He adjusted the bags in his hands, not looking at me. "Vincenzo and Sancia couldn't bear to see you ruin your life," he said simply.The answer hit me harder than any slap.I stopped walking, right in the middle of the hallway, forcing him to stop too. I turned to him, searching his face, hoping—praying—for a different answer."So you came because they asked

Chapter 139|| VALERIA's POV ||I hated every second of this.The car ride to the bar felt like an endless funeral procession, and the fancy dress they made me wear scratched uncomfortably against my skin. I tugged at the hem, shifting restlessly as the driver pulled up in front of a glittering neon-lit building."Here we are, Miss Valeria," he said with a forced smile.I didn't smile back.I stepped out into the warm evening air, my heels clicking sharply against the pavement. I could feel Sergio’s eyes on me even before I turned around. He was leaning against his car across the street, arms folded, a hard look on his face. The only reason I didn’t bolt and run straight to him was because of the silent plea he gave me with his gaze: Be careful.I nodded subtly and headed inside.The bar was upscale and loud, a mixture of low lighting, deep music, and the clinking of expensive glasses. A waiter immediately ushered me upstairs to the VVIP section.At the entrance, Sergio tried to follo