All Chapters of Owned by the Fighter: Chapter 121 - Chapter 127

“Arrested? Last night?”Belle felt like she was being strangled. She could barely breathe. Her left hand clenched into a fist while her right gripped the phone tightly against her ear.On the other end of the line, Eve explained the rest in a panicked voice. She sounded just as confused as Belle.“I don’t understand it either, Belle. But that’s what happened.”“I-I’m going to find a lawyer! Thanks, Eve!”Belle ended the call in a hurry and rushed out of her bedroom.As she descended into the living room, she found her father sitting calmly on the couch, scrolling through his phone. The smug little smile on Mr. Watson’s lips immediately put her on edge.“Dad, do you know Bastian was arrested?” Belle asked.“Oh, that news has spread all over Eastbourne already,” Mr. Watson replied flatly. He nodded with obvious satisfaction. “Looks like justice has finally been served.”“Justice?” Belle snapped. “Dad, Bastian was framed! There’s no way he was the mastermind behind what happened at City

“Are you sure this rat of a witness won’t crack under cross-examination?” Renee’s voice was low but sharp, cutting through the silence of the courthouse hallway.Richard, the politician standing beside her, adjusted his silk tie and smirked.“Marcus had the rest of his sentence wiped clean. Add the hush money from your family, and he’ll sing sweeter than a church choir. He’s been rehearsing this story for three straight days.”“Just make sure,” Renee hissed. “I paid a lot for this performance. I want every piece of evidence pointing at Bastian today. His lawyer can’t be allowed even the smallest opening to twist the facts.”“Relax. The judge presiding over this case is an old friend of mine.” Richard smiled. “Facts don’t matter in that courtroom. What matters is the narrative we build.”Renee smiled coldly. She slipped on her sunglasses and pushed open the double doors to the courtroom.The room was thick with tension. In the front row of the gallery, Belle sat pale as a ghost. The mo

The screech of old metal shattered the silence of Block C, damp and cold as ever. It was already two in the morning. There shouldn’t have been any activity at this hour.Yet the heavy footsteps of combat boots echoed down the corridor and stopped in front of Cell 40. A correctional officer named Emmet stood before the bars. He glanced left and right, making sure the security camera at the end of the hallway was showing a red light—a sign that it had been disabled.Behind Emmet stood three massive inmates. Their leader, a bald man with a spiderweb tattoo crawling up his neck named Rex, grinned broadly.“Fifteen minutes,” Emmet whispered as he slid a key into the lock. “Mrs. Watson transferred the rest of the money into my wife’s account. She wants you boys to teach him a lesson, but remember, don’t kill him. If he dies, I’m the one stuck with the paperwork.”“Relax, boss,” Rex replied, cracking his knuckles. “We know where the line is. We’ll make him beg for death and leave him alive.

That morning, the air inside Mr. Watson’s study felt more suffocating than usual. Belle stood tall in front of her father’s massive mahogany desk.In the corner of the room, Mrs. Watson sat with a worried expression, while Renee leaned against the doorway with the same smug smile that never seemed to leave her face.“Sit down, Belle. There’s something important we need to discuss,” Mr. Watson said. His voice sounded noticeably more cheerful than it had in days.“I’d rather stand, Dad,” Belle replied coldly. “What is it?”Mr. Watson smiled broadly and folded his hands on top of the desk.“I spent all night thinking. Tobias’s behavior at dinner last night made one thing very clear. Not only was he defending our family’s reputation from further damage, but he’s obviously very interested in you.”Belle frowned. “Tobias was defending Bastian, Dad. Not our family.”“Oh, that’s just a business tactic!” Mr. Watson waved dismissively. “Powerful men from the capital like him always have unique