Lahat ng Kabanata ng Owned By My Mafia Brother-in-law : Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

Chapter 170 || Anastasia’s POV ||The street looked cruelly ordinary for a place that had just taken Elaine away from me.People passed by without slowing down. A vendor shouted prices like it was any other day. Somewhere nearby, a horn blared, impatient and careless. Life moved forward while I stood frozen, my chest tight, my heartbeat loud enough that I could hear it in my ears.I stayed a little distance away from the road, half-hidden behind a concrete pillar, my phone clenched so hard in my hand that my fingers ached. Every few seconds my eyes flicked back to the same spot—the exact place where Elaine had been dragged away.My mind refused to stay quiet.Reinaldo.The name surfaced again and again, heavy and poisonous. I hated how naturally it came to me, how easily my thoughts connected him to what had happened. But he had warned me. He had promised consequences the moment I submitted Eva’s postmortem report. He had looked at me like someone who had already decided how much pai

Chapter 172|| ANASTASIA’S POV ||The argument between Reinaldo and me had already crossed the point of control.We stood facing each other inside the palace hall, the space between us heavy with everything we had left unsaid in the past few chapters. His presence felt colder than usual, rigid, like he had already made his decision long before this conversation began. I could feel my pulse hammering against my ears, but I refused to step back.“You want me to step away from Eva’s case,” I said slowly, forcing my voice not to shake. “Say it clearly, Reinaldo. Don’t twist it into threats.”Reinaldo didn’t respond immediately. His eyes stayed on me, sharp and unreadable, as if he were measuring how much damage my next words could still do. Then he exhaled softly and spoke in a voice so calm it unsettled me more than shouting ever could.“Yes,” he said. “That’s exactly what I want.”I clenched my fists.“And if I don’t?”His gaze hardened. “Then you already know the consequences.”The wor

Chapter 174|| REINALDO’S POV ||Marcel’s voice reached me before his knock did. It was strained, clipped, the kind of tone that never carried good news. I looked up from the desk the moment he entered, and even before he spoke, I felt something heavy settle in my chest.“Boss,” Marcel said, shutting the door behind him, “there’s been an attack.”My fingers stilled on the edge of the table. “Where?”“The place on the outskirts. The one where Elaine was being kept.”For a second, I did not react. The words needed time to arrange themselves in my head, to form the meaning they carried. Then my chair scraped harshly against the floor as I stood up.“When?” I asked.“Less than twenty minutes ago. Our perimeter cameras went offline briefly. The guards reported gunfire.”My jaw tightened. “Is she safe?”Marcel hesitated, just for a fraction of a second, but I saw it. I always did.“Right now, we don’t have confirmation,” he said carefully. “The team is still assessing the situation.”“That’

Chapter 176|| THIRD PERSON's POV ||“Go,” Anastasia had said, her voice breaking yet unyielding. “Take her and leave. Now.”Elaine’s body lay between them, wrapped hastily in a dark cloth, her blood staining the stones beneath. Reinaldo’s breath hitched when Seth bent down, his movements clumsy with grief, and lifted Elaine into his arms. Seth looked at Anastasia one last time, his eyes burning with a mixture of hatred and unbearable sorrow.“This isn’t over,” Seth had warned, his voice hoarse.Anastasia didn’t answer. She simply stepped aside, creating a path. Seth walked past Reinaldo without sparing him a glance, as if Reinaldo had already died in his eyes. The guards retreated with him, and soon the sound of their footsteps faded into the distance.Reinaldo watched until they were gone, until the gate closed with a hollow thud that seemed to seal his fate along with theirs. Only then did he realize his hands were clenched so tightly that his nails had dug into his palms.The sile

Chapter 178|| Anastasia's POV ||I stood by the window for a long time, watching the city wake up. Cars moved in steady lines, people hurried to places that mattered to them, and somewhere far away, children were waking up in pain because help had come too late. The hospital delay had already created enough damage. I knew that. The criticism, the outrage, the endless debates—it all traced back to that single unfinished building.And now, these children were paying the price."Cancel my first meeting," I told my assistant as I grabbed my coat.She looked startled. "Ma'am?""I'll be out for a few hours.""Should I arrange security?"I paused. "No. Just a driver."The road narrowed as we moved farther from the city center. Tall buildings gave way to half-constructed houses, then to structures that barely qualified as shelter. I watched silently as the surroundings changed, feeling a ache build in my chest. Every turn seemed to strip away another layer of comfort I had grown accustomed