All Chapters of Owned By My Mafia Brother-in-law : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter 140|| VALERIA's POV ||I could feel the alcohol-heavy air pressing down on me like a weight.I sat stiffly on the plush leather couch, clutching my glass of untouched wine, pretending to listen to Prince Leonard and his drunken friends banter and laugh. Every fiber of my being screamed to leave, but I forced a polite smile, keeping my true feelings buried deep inside."You’re too quiet, Valeria," Leonard said, smirking at me as he lounged back lazily. "You should get used to the noise. The royal court isn't silent."I nodded tightly, saying nothing.One of Leonard’s friends — a tall, broad man with greasy hair — leaned toward me, his breath smelling like expensive scotch and bad decisions."She's even prettier up close," he said with a leer, reaching out boldly to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear.I froze.I recoiled sharply, but not before his fingers brushed my skin. My heart slammed against my ribs in pure disgust.I looked immediately at Leonard, hoping—praying—that

Chapter 142|| VALERIA's POV ||I stormed into the house, slamming the door so hard the chandelier rattled above me."Father!" I shouted, my voice trembling with anger. "We need to talk. Now."He was sitting in the grand living room, swirling a glass of vodka like he hadn’t a care in the world. His men lingered nearby, sharp-eyed, ready to act if I even breathed wrong.He raised an eyebrow. "You’re back early. Where’s Leonard?"I marched up to him, fists clenched. "I’m not marrying him."The room went silent.Father set his glass down slowly, steepling his fingers. "Excuse me?""You heard me," I said, my voice shaking but strong. "I'm not marrying that — that monster. Tonight he... he and his friends..." My stomach twisted, the memory still raw. "They tried to use me like some cheap entertainment. And Leonard didn’t even stop them. He encouraged it."For a moment, I thought I saw something flicker in his eyes. Disbelief? Anger?Hope, maybe.But it was gone just as fast."You will marr

|| VALERIA's POV ||The airport was so close.I could almost taste freedom in the air — the wide glass doors gleaming under the bright lights, the low hum of distant announcements.Sergio held my hand tightly as we rushed through the last security gate, our footsteps echoing across the marble floor."Just a little more," Sergio muttered under his breath, glancing back over his shoulder."We’re almost there, Valeria. Don’t stop."I nodded, breathless but determined.But as we turned the corner toward the final boarding area, everything shattered.A row of dark-suited men stepped out in front of us, blocking the way.Guns in hand. Cold expressions. Familiar faces.I stumbled back, my heart dropping into my stomach.And then I saw him.My father.Daniel Bravta.Standing like a mountain at the center of them all, fury rolling off him like a storm."You really thought you could run from me, daughter?" His voice was low, dangerous.He didn’t even shout. He didn’t have to.Sergio immediately

Chapter 146|| SERGIO's POV ||The church was suffocating.Even in my hidden position near the side entrance, I could feel the tension radiating from every marble pillar and velvet-draped pew. The chandeliers hung heavy above the guests, their crystals shimmering like they mocked us all.Outside, Russia’s gray skies promised a storm.I adjusted the earpiece in my ear, hearing the faint static."Now or never," I whispered to myself.Valeria walked down the aisle like a ghost, wrapped in white lace, her head bowed so low it looked like she was carrying the weight of the world. My chest clenched at the sight of her — so beautiful, so broken.Prince Leonard stood there at the altar, smiling like he already owned her. Bastard.I moved swiftly along the side of the church, careful not to draw attention. The distraction was already set: the fire alarm would trigger in exactly three minutes, courtesy of a little help from the staff I'd bribed.I kept my eyes locked on her — on Valeria — as if

Chapter 148|| REINALDO's POV ||I had stood in front of the mirror in my groom's outfit, adjusting the cuff that refused to sit straight, when the world had ended behind me.The room smelled faintly of flowers and starch, of new fabric and old hopes. White roses lay on the table, their petals perfect, untouched. I remembered thinking, absurdly, that Anna would scold whoever had chosen white because she preferred wildflowers-messy, alive, imperfect. Smiling at that thought, I turned around.That was when I saw her.Anna was lying on the floor where the sunlight should have touched her face. Blood was spreading beneath her, a dark, ruthless shadow, soaking into the carpet, staining everything it touched. Her dress was torn, the gentle color of it ruined, her skin pale in a way that seized my chest tight. For a moment, my brain refused to understand what my eyes were seeing. I just kept standing, frozen in my groom’s suit, breathing an air that now felt poisoned.“No,” I whispered. The