All Chapters of Owned by the Fighter: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

When Tobias’s car pulled over, Belle frowned when she saw Anthony’s car parked in front of the house. It was unusual because Tuan Watson had sworn he would never allow Anthony back again. But it seemed the tension between them had started to ease.“Thank God,” Belle murmured.Tobias glanced at her. “For what?”“Oh… I mean, I’m just glad we’re home.”They both got out of the car, and Tobias walked her toward the house. But before they reached the porch, Tobias caught Belle’s arm.“I know how you feel. I don’t think I’ll force anything on you anymore. About the engagement… I’m calling it off,” Tobias said suddenly.Belle looked at him in disbelief. “What do you mean?”“You need to sort out those feelings and move on. Maybe after that, I’ll think about approaching you again.”“Tobias—”“Just hear me out. I don’t want you ruining your life, Belle. Remember who Bastian already belongs to. That’s what you need to think about,” Tobias cut her off.Belle’s emotions tangled together. She didn’

The concrete floor was slick with sweat and dried blood stains. Bastian stood in the middle of the ring, his breathing still heavy. His body was drenched in sweat, his arms throbbing.His opponent, a bulky man, lay helpless in the corner of the ring. That night, Bastian was like a monster unleashed from its cage.Every match, he crushed all his opponents without mercy.Bastian wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with the back of his hand. His sharp eyes turned toward Belle, slowly softening into something warmer.In front of Belle, Bastian showed his wild side. Yet he wasn’t worried. If anything, he felt most honest when he was in the ring.Belle stared at him without blinking. Her heart had been racing wildly since the first match.But watching Bastian win round after round, she felt proud instead. The brutality of the fight no longer scared her.“He’s on fire!” Nick shouted, clapping enthusiastically.“Yeah, yeah. Bastian’s comeback is insane. He was never meant to be chaine

Belle dropped herself into a chair while Anthony was still outside his shop, on the phone with someone. Peter walked in, went to the back, grabbed a few cans of drinks, and handed one to Belle.Belle quickly shook her head. But Peter still held it out to her.“Drink it. Try to calm down,” Peter said.Belle took the can and let out a soft sigh. “What, are you and Anthony playing good cop and bad cop?”“I’m not a cop. And we’re not interrogating you.”Peter stepped back outside and approached Anthony, who was apparently on the phone with Eve. Meanwhile, Nick and Kyle stood nearby. Peter quickly handed out drinks, including one to Anthony.“Yeah, can you come over or not? I’m not trying to blame you, Eve. I just need an explanation from you and Belle,” Anthony said.“I can come right now. But Anthony… I’m already annoyed with your sister, sorry to say. I told her not to get involved with Bastian. She’s stubborn.”“I get it, Eve.”There was a brief silence, then a long exhale came through

Renee stared at her phone, rereading the message from Bastian two days ago. It was short, but enough to flip her world upside down.“Don’t look for me.”There was no explanation, and his location was unknown. Renee had sent multiple replies, but none went unanswered.Now she just sat in her car, feeling desperate. Bastian had suddenly disappeared after their fight. Where else was she supposed to look for him?Her gaze shifted to the campus building in front of her. Somehow, Renee felt like Belle must know where Bastian was. She had a feeling, even if it sounded unreasonable.Renee quickly got out of her car when she saw Belle walking with her head down, hugging her books. Without thinking, Renee half-ran toward her.“Where is he?”Renee’s sharp voice drew the attention of students nearby. Belle looked up and saw her approaching. Her face instantly went pale.“What?” Belle blinked, confused.“You know where he is, don’t you?”“Who are you talking about?”“Don’t play dumb, Belle! I’m ta

Five hours. Renee had been sitting in her car for five hours, and the only thing she saw was the porch light at Belle’s house flickering every now and then. No cars leaving. No visitors arriving. Belle stayed inside, as if the world outside wasn’t burning.“Damn it,” Renee hissed, slamming her hand against the steering wheel. “Get out, you bitch. Go meet him. Show me where Bastian is hiding!”Nothing. Belle never came out.Renee felt like an idiot. She had expected a scandal, a secret midnight meeting, or at least some sign of life. Instead, all she got was the suffocating silence of that elite neighborhood.By midnight, Renee gave up. She turned the ignition and hit the gas. She needed answers, and she wasn’t going to find them here.“Fuck!! Bastian, you’re such an ass!” she cursed.She sped toward downtown, her eyes scanning the sidewalks, narrow alleys, and still-open bars. She was looking for that black motorcycle. She was looking for that tall figure in a leather jacket that alwa