All Chapters of Owned By My Mafia Brother-in-law : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Chapter 180|| REINALDO’S POV ||I walked out of the parliament office slowly, as if my body had forgotten how to move at a normal pace. My chest felt tight, like something invisible was pressing down on it. Elaine’s face flashed in my mind again—uninvited, relentless. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t push her memory away. Her voice, her eyes, the last time I had seen her alive—it all replayed like a cruel loop.I adjusted my coat, trying to steady myself, and took a step forward.That was when I saw him.Ryan stood halfway down the corridor, leaning casually against the railing as if he belonged there, as if he had been waiting for me. His posture was relaxed, arrogant. One leg crossed over the other. His hands tucked lazily into his pockets. And that smile—slow, deliberate, mocking—curved his lips the moment our eyes met.My steps faltered without my permission. My body reacted before my mind could catch up. The air around me seemed to thicken.Of course it was him.I told my

Chapter 182|| Reinaldo's POV ||“You know, Reinaldo,” Caleb started, his voice cracking, “I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t have a choice. Ryan... he made me do it.”The weight of those words hit me like a ton of bricks. Ryan. The one man I never thought would turn on me like this. It was always clear that he had his own agenda, but I never imagined he'd be behind something as vile as this.“Ryan ordered you?” I asked, my voice cold and measured, as if I were talking about something as trivial as the weather. But deep down, I was boiling with rage. “And you went along with it? You actually went through with it?”Caleb’s face flushed. “I... I didn’t want to. But he told me—told me that if I didn’t help him, things would get worse. So I... I did what he asked.”I clenched my fists, trying to keep myself composed. "How could you, Caleb? How could you let someone like Ryan manipulate you into something so... monstrous?" I could feel the anger rising in me, but I held back. Now was not the

Chapter 184|| Anastasia's POV ||I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I watched Seth stand there, the gun still pointed at Reinaldo. The tension was thick, and for a moment, it felt as if time itself had frozen. Seth’s eyes were filled with a mix of anger and something else, something darker, like he didn’t care about the consequences. My voice trembled slightly as I called out to him, but he didn’t flinch."Seth, put the gun down!" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.But he didn’t respond. He just stood there, his hand firm on the weapon, his eyes locked onto Reinaldo. It was as if nothing I said would make a difference.Then, suddenly, his phone rang. The ringtone was sharp, cutting through the heavy silence. Seth’s eyes flicked toward the screen before he answered it, his face darkening even more."What do you want?" he growled into the phone, but I could hear the voice on the other end of the line clearly enough to know it was his father."Seth, I told you to com

Chapter 186|| REINALDO'S POV ||As I moved through the sea of people, I could feel their admiration, their eyes scanning me as if searching for something. They saw a leader, a figure of power, but they didn't see the real me. I was just another person doing what had to be done for the greater good. But for some reason, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something ominous was hanging over me.I glanced at Anastasia from the corner of my eye. She was standing off to the side, looking as composed as ever. She had insisted on being at this event, though I knew it was making her uncomfortable. She hated being in the spotlight, and I understood why. But she stayed by my side, as always, a silent strength behind me. I couldn't help but admire her resolve.She caught my gaze for a moment, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and understanding. I knew she was thinking about leaving, but I had asked her to stay nearby. "Just stay out of the cameras," I had told her, "I need you close, but

Chapter 188|| Ryan’s POV ||I leaned back against the velvet cushions of the luxurious yacht, letting the sea breeze tug at my clothes. The night was perfect—clear skies, stars scattered across the dark canvas above. I was finally where I wanted to be. Arsula sat across from me, her laugh echoing softly over the water as she recounted yet another one of her playful schemes. The plan had gone off without a hitch. Anastasia was finally out of the picture, and though Reinaldo had escaped unharmed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction that the woman I had grown to despise was no longer a threat.Yet, beneath the surface of my triumph, there was a discomfort gnawing at me. I hadn’t expected it to be like this. I had assumed once Anastasia was dealt with, everything would feel... complete. But it didn’t. It felt empty, like something was missing. I couldn’t shake the thought that Reinaldo’s survival, his ability to slip through my grasp once again, would eventually come back t