Lahat ng Kabanata ng Owned by the Fighter: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Anthony, who had seemed hesitant only moments before, ripped his shirt off in one swift motion. His body was just as ripped as Bastian’s, all hard muscle and dark tattoos trailing across a chest that glistened with sweat.He shucked his jeans, letting his rock-hard length spring free. Renee took in the sight, licking her lips.She climbed onto the bed and knelt, her hand immediately finding him. Her fingers gripped him tightly, stroking him slowly from base to tip. Anthony swallowed hard. “Are you sure we won’t regret this?”“Do you want me tonight or not?”Renee opened her mouth wide, taking him all the way in. Anthony let out a guttural groan, his hands tangling in her hair as he thrust his hips forward. The room filled with the wet, messy sounds of her devouring him. Her tongue danced along the underside of his shaft, sucking hard every time his head hit the roof of her mouth.Anthony let out a ragged breath. “God, Renee… that feels incredible.”He pulled her away just before he re

One full moon had passed since Bastian left Eastbourne. In the new city, at the Metro Art Center, his life had become much calmer. The chaos and tension that used to crowd his mind slowly began to settle, replaced by routines that helped him think more clearly and live more wisely.There was no smell of sweat and adrenaline here like there had been before. No more Renee’s shouting. No more Anthony’s sharp, judging stares.But there was one thing he still missed.Belle.Now Bastian worked as a logistics manager for contemporary art exhibitions. It was a clean, legal job that gave him a renewed sense of dignity—even if the paycheck still wasn’t anything spectacular.That afternoon, in the grand lobby of the gallery, Bastian looked completely absorbed in his work. He was supervising the relocation of a bronze sculpture installation when he noticed a girl with long brown hair standing near the entrance.She carried an oversized backpack slung over her shoulders and flashed him a bright sm

Belle covered her face with her hands, still wrapped in boxing hand wraps. Her sobs grew louder, shaking her body violently. What she didn’t realize was that another set of footsteps had entered the gym and stopped not far from her.Anthony stood there, watching her.He watched his little sister slowly falling apart because of Bastian. And Anthony had already predicted something like this would happen.The age gap between Bastian and Belle was too wide—even if age itself wasn’t always the deciding factor. Still, there were too many things that made their relationship unlikely to last. Even though Bastian had already been gone from Eastbourne for the past month.Anthony let out a long breath. Even though he still felt tight with disappointment over his sister’s secret relationship, he couldn’t bear to see her like this. Watching Belle cry like that made his anger flare up again.Not at Belle. But at Bastian.Anthony stepped closer and crouched beside her. He hesitated for a moment befo

Bastian felt like a prisoner being dragged back to Eastbourne.Whether he wanted to or not, he had to leave the job he had just started building to meet Renee’s demands.At first, Renee had agreed to let him continue working out of town. But after that, everything turned into drama. Renee forced Bastian to quit his job, saying it was for the “sake” of the baby she was carrying.Pressure from Mr. Carlyle left Bastian with no way to refuse.Now he was back to square one. He was trapped in Renee’s grip again.And this time, the hold felt even tighter.Every step Bastian took through Eastbourne Square felt heavy. Beside him, Renee walked with her chin lifted high. Every now and then, she rubbed her still-flat stomach as if showing off her victory to the world.Renee stopped in front of a baby boutique, her eyes lighting up as she looked at the clothes on display. She turned to Bastian excitedly.“Look, Bastian. Those baby clothes are so cute, don’t you think? Which ones should we get? Blu

“Anthony! Bastian! Stop this madness!” Belle shouted.Anthony let out a harsh scoff. “Stay out of this, Belle!”“You’ve gone too far, Anthony! This doesn’t even make sense anymore!”But Anthony wasn’t listening.The fight between the two former friends began.The sound of heavy breathing and the scrape of feet against the mat filled the gym. Anthony lunged forward, attacking wildly. His punches were rough and unfocused, driven purely by brute force.Bastian, on the other hand, stayed defensive. He blocked and dodged, his eyes searching for an opening behind the storm of his friend’s anger.“Hit me, damn it! Fight me!” Anthony shouted as he threw a wide right hook.Bastian didn’t respond. He noticed Anthony’s shoulders trembling.Anthony wasn’t fighting Bastian.He was fighting himself.When Anthony charged again recklessly, Bastian saw a clear opening.With one swift, precise movement, Bastian drove a punch straight into Anthony’s stomach, followed by a sweep that sent him crashing on