All Chapters of Owned by the Fighter: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“What did you say?”Mr. Watson’s sharp voice made Anthony lower his head from where he sat across from him. Anthony’s back stiffened while Belle sat silently beside her mother.“Say it again, Anthony. Tell me the truth before I seriously smash your head in,” Mr. Watson hissed.Anthony took a heavy breath. “Renee is pregnant with my child, not Bastian’s.”Bang!Mr. Watson kicked the coffee table in front of him, sending it sliding across the room. His breathing turned heavy, and his face instantly flushed red with anger.“Have you completely lost your mind? Did you get Mr. Carlyle’s daughter pregnant? Do you realize how humiliating this is for our family name?”Belle held back her tears. There was nothing she could do to defend Anthony. This was something her brother had to face himself.By admitting everything, Anthony had proven he wasn’t a coward. But what worried Belle was that Anthony would lose even more of his dignity in front of their father.“I’ll take responsibility, Dad,” An

Usually, the shop was filled with the hum of machines and the blast of metal music. But that day, the place was silent.Inside Anthony’s shop, there were only stacks of boxes and rolls of bubble wrap scattered around. Anthony himself was taking down several bottles of color pigment from the shelves. His movements were rough and impatient.Belle stood in front of the counter, wrapping sterile equipment into small boxes. She glanced at her brother with concern.Ever since the wedding reception yesterday, Anthony had looked like a walking corpse. Belle noticed the gold ring on his finger shining under the light, almost as if it were mocking both of them.“You’re really shutting this place down?” Belle asked, still unable to believe it.“Dad doesn’t want some ‘thug shop’ ruining the family image. Especially now that he’s Mr. Carlyle’s in-law.”Anthony’s voice was full of bitterness and anger. To prove it, he angrily tossed an empty ink bottle into the trash.“This place has to be cleared

Bastian lowered his head and kissed Belle’s shoulder, then slowly moved down to the curve of her chest. A soft moan escaped Belle when Bastian kissed her breasts through her bra.Meanwhile, Bastian’s hands didn’t stay still. They roamed over her waist and thighs, applying just the right amount of pressure until Belle let out a low whimper.“Bastian, hurry…” Belle whimpered, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.Bastian chuckled softly, the sound deep and sexy in her ears.“Don’t rush, baby. We have all night, remember? Tonight belongs to us.”Bastian kissed her again, slower this time, deeper. As if he wanted to drink in every breath Belle gave him. Their skin burned against each other, chasing away the cold left behind by the rain outside. Bastian shifted lower, his hands pulling down Belle’s denim jeans. From Belle’s point of view, the muscles in Bastian’s body looked tight with desire.Bastian kissed her once more, slow and deep, and when they finally became one, he pushed inside

The air inside the back guesthouse felt frozen. Mr. Watson glared at Belle as if she were his worst enemy. Belle clenched her fists, holding back the anger threatening to explode all over again.In front of her, Renee was still clutching her cheek. Her eyes were watery, a perfect performance that only made Mrs. Watson panic even more.“Now, Belle!” Mr. Watson roared.Belle opened her mouth. “Dad, you didn’t hear what she—”“I don’t care what the reason was! You had no right to slap your sister-in-law!”Belle shot a sharp look at Renee, who answered with the faintest victorious smile, barely noticeable to anyone else.Suddenly, Anthony stepped forward and moved in front of Belle.“That’s enough, Dad,” Anthony said, his voice heavy with exhaustion.“Stay out of this, Anthony! Your sister needs to learn some manners!” Mr. Watson snapped.Anthony glanced briefly at his father before turning toward Renee.“I’m apologizing on Belle’s behalf. She’s dealing with a lot right now. Please… forgi

The scent of perfume, sweat, and the warmth of the blanket wrapped around Belle and Bastian as they lay together on the bed. The atmosphere inside the tiny apartment felt peaceful, filled with love.Belle rested against Bastian’s broad chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. In this small room, she felt safe. There were no threats from Mr. Watson, and most importantly, no sign of Renee’s hypocritical face.Belle traced her fingers over the tattoo on Bastian’s arm.“I’ve been thinking about something.”“What about?” Bastian asked.“About us.”Bastian smiled and kissed the top of her head before pulling her closer into his arms.“So tell me,” Bastian murmured. “What have you been thinking about us?”“When all the chaos in Eastbourne finally dies down… I want us to leave this place. I can finish college somewhere out of town, and we can have a place of our own. It doesn’t have to be big. Just enough for you and me.”Belle smiled softly, already imagining a peaceful future