บททั้งหมดของ Owned by the Fighter: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Seeing Eve run toward her, the emotions overflowing in Belle’s chest finally broke loose. Belle immediately threw her arms around Eve and burst into tears. Eve cried too, gently stroking Belle’s hair with affection.“Thank God you’re okay,” Eve whispered.Neither of them paid attention to the confused looks from the students passing by. No one knew what had happened to Belle. Everything had been tightly covered up by the Felix family. Renee’s family also played a role, so Bastian wouldn’t be exposed as a criminal. The case was shut down immediately.But the trauma inside Belle would linger forever. And now her heart shattered even more after hearing that Bastian was getting married.“I heard everything, Belle. This is so messed up.” Eve took a deep breath, tears already pooling in the corners of her eyes. “I’m sorry you had to go through all this.”“I don’t know what to do,” Belle sobbed helplessly.“It’s okay, Belle. Everything will be alright. What matters is you’re healthy and not

A surge of desperate longing washed over Belle and Bastian, making them forget about time entirely. They ignored everything that stood in their way. Their kisses grew wilder, hotter, tangled with hunger and need.Bastian’s hands roamed over Belle’s body, squeezing her in the most sensitive places, pulling soft moans of pleasure from her. But it still wasn’t enough. They both wanted more—until the sound of a door opening downstairs sliced through the moment.Belle and Bastian jolted apart. Bastian rushed to his feet and tugged Belle up onto the bed. Belle’s hands flew to her messy hair, trying to tame it.“Bastian?” Anthony’s voice echoed from below.Then came the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs, growing louder until Belle’s older brother appeared at the doorway. Anthony froze, startled to see Belle there.“What are you doing here?” Anthony asked, not suspicious, but concerned. “You could get into trouble if Dad finds out you came here, Belle.”Belle stared blankly at him. “You’

A message came in on Belle’s phone. She had just been about to go to sleep when she turned the light back on. Belle reached for her phone on the nightstand, unlocked the screen, and saw a message from Eve.“Did you know Bastian is fighting tonight?” Another message followed almost immediately.“He’s lost his mind. Won’t that cause trouble with his girlfriend?”Seeing the word girlfriend made Belle sink again. Whatever was going on between Bastian and Renee was not Belle’s concern, no matter how anxious she felt about him doing something this reckless.“That’s their problem,” Belle replied.“Yeah, you’re right. I don’t even know why I sent such a cringe message. You’ve both moved on with your own lives.”Belle sent back a thumbs-up emoji and placed the phone back on the nightstand. But her thoughts didn’t stop there. Anxiety crept in, making her restless.“Ah, damn it,” Belle muttered.She pushed the blanket aside and hurried to the wardrobe. Belle changed out of her pajamas and start

“Is it wrong for a younger sister to remind her older brother?” Belle said, not looking at Anthony at all.She took a breath, then continued with difficulty. “Bastian is already like a brother to me. Like you.”“Well, yeah. Honestly, Bastian fits the role of your brother more than me,” Anthony chuckled softly.The car pulled over in front of the house, and both siblings saw Mrs. Watson pacing anxiously on the porch. Belle and Anthony got out immediately and hurried toward their mother.“Belle! Anthony!” Mrs. Watson hugged them one by one. “Oh, this is really terrible.”“Mom, what happened?” Anthony asked, confused.“Your father went to the hospital. You heard that Renee, Mr. Carlyle’s daughter, was admitted, right? I don’t know what Carlyle said on the phone, but it sounded dire,” Mrs. Watson said, clearly frightened.Belle and Anthony exchanged looks. It was strange. Why would Renee’s father suddenly contact their father? There was no connection between them at all.“Then your father

The hotel’s grand ballroom was dazzling, wrapped in lavish décor. An orchestra played softly, reinforcing the formal atmosphere. Eastborough’s social elite filled the room. For Belle, this wasn’t a party. It was an execution. She stood at the edge of the ballroom, fingers clenched around her clutch until her palms were damp with sweat. Her appearance was simple and elegant, deliberately understated. Anthony, Kyle, Nick, and Peter headed toward her. Belle had been trying to disappear into the corner, but Anthony and the others spotted her anyway. Now, more eyes were turning in their direction. “Why are you standing here alone?” Anthony asked, stopping beside her. He looked sharp in a black tuxedo, though his stiff posture made it obvious how much he hated wearing it. Tonight, Anthony was here out of obligation. So were his friends. This was Renee and Bastian’s engagement party, after all. “I just wanted to be alone,” Belle said quietly. “Why? You’re still mad at Dad?” “Aren’t