บททั้งหมดของ Owned by the Fighter: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Belle stared at her reflection in the bedroom mirror. She was wearing a beautiful, elegant dress, and her hair was styled neatly. Without thinking, she touched her lips, already coated with lipstick.Even though several days had passed, Bastian’s kiss still lingered. Hot. Demanding. The kind that made her body react in ways she couldn’t ignore. Belle let out a slow breath, trying to push down the surge of emotion rising inside her.Along with the thrill came guilt.Because Bastian belonged to Renee.“You’re such a bitch, you know that?” Belle pointed at her own reflection.Her phone buzzed softly on the bed. Belle grabbed it quickly and glanced at the screen. Eve’s name appeared. She answered the video call.“Wow, someone’s going to a party,” Eve commented when she saw Belle all dressed up.“It’s the mayor’s fundraiser. I have to go. My dad’s more afraid of leaving me home alone.”“Yeah, well, that’s because of your stupid decisions.”Belle sighed. She didn’t argue. Eve had already to

“We’re at someone else’s event, Renee. Don’t start some pointless scene like this,” Bastian said, taking a slow breath. “I just needed some time alone last night.”Renee’s eyes were still burning. She looked defensive, determined to uncover the truth so she could punish Bastian without mercy.Meanwhile, Bastian remembered Anthony’s words. Should he just give up now? Accept Renee completely, even without love?“Whatever I did, I’m sorry, Renee. I—”“Oh! So you admit it!” Renee’s eyes flashed with both triumph and deep hatred. “There is another woman, isn’t the

The clinking of forks and knives against plates filled the air at O’Connor’s, the only steakhouse in Eastbourne that was truly worth visiting. In a small town like this, Sunday night at O’Connor’s meant every important person—the mayor, the police chief, and local business owners—gathered in one place. And tonight, all eyes were on the table in the center of the room.“You two really are a perfect match,” Mrs. Higgins, the town’s most enthusiastic florist and gossip, said with a wide smile. “When’s the date? The whole town is waiting for the Carlyle wedding! I’ll prepare my best flowers for you, Renee.”“As soon as possible, Mrs. Higgins. We’re still planning everything,” Renee replied sweetly. “Bastian wants everything to be perfect, don’t you, darling?”She pinched Bastian’s arm lightly beneath the tablecloth. The pinch was hidden from view but firm enough to serve as a warning.Bastian clenched his jaw. He forced a stiff nod and a thin smile. “Yeah. Perfect.”“Oh, Bastian, you’re

A sleek silver luxury sedan was parked neatly in front of the Watson family home. Belle, who had just come down the stairs, froze the moment she saw who was sitting in the living room, calmly sipping Earl Grey from the cup her mother had served.Renee. Mr. Carlyle’s daughter.She was wearing an elegant ivory dress, her hair styled perfectly in soft curls. Across from her, Mr. Watson sat stiffly, though his face forced a polite smile that Belle rarely saw from him.“Ah, here comes our little angel,” Renee greeted sweetly, a tone that sent a chill down Belle’s spine.Mr. Watson turned to look at his daughter, his eyes carrying a clear warning. “Belle, come here. Renee came to talk about a few things. She also wanted to see you.”Belle walked stiffly toward the living room. “Hi, Renee. What did you want to see me about?”“Sit down, dear.” Renee patted the empty spot on the couch beside her. Belle obeyed, though she felt like she’d rather sit on a bed of nails. “Just give me a moment. The

Belle felt like the air in her room was suffocating her. She stared at her phone screen, still without replying. Instead, Anthony’s expression replayed in her mind—hurt and disappointed. Then it shifted to her father’s anger and the shadow of Renee’s threat.Belle took a long breath. The walls of her house suddenly felt like a prison.Her fingers moved quickly across the screen as she replied to Bastian. “Yes, Renee came here.”“Can we meet tonight? Not at Anthony’s place. Somewhere, a friend of mine knows.”Not long after, Bastian sent his current location. Belle sat there for a moment, confused about how she could possibly leave the house. Mr. Watson would definitely be watching her more closely after everything that happened.Without thinking any further, Belle finally replied. “Okay. Ten.”After that, Belle deleted Bastian’s messages since she had already memorized the location he sent. She dropped onto her bed, her mind in complete chaos. Her emotions were swirling—confusion, sad