All Chapters of Owned by the Fighter: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Belle stared at her phone, filled with dozens of missed calls and messages from her parents, Anthony’s friends, and Eve. The only message she opened was from Eve, and it was full of anger.“Can you stop being selfish for once? Go home, Belle. Your brother’s in custody right now. I’m not telling anyone you were with Bastian, but at least think about Anthony.”Belle’s heart shattered instantly. On the way home, she cried quietly. Her happiness had to be paid for with her brother’s suffering. It wasn’t fair, and she knew it.“We’ll fix this, Belle,” Bastian said.“How? Anthony’s in jail now.”“I’m going to the police station. You go home.”“No! I’ll take responsibility. I’m the one who made Renee angry.”Bastian took a breath, then pulled Belle closer, hugging her tightly from behind. “I’ll handle it.”Be

Anthony puffed out his cheeks and let out a relieved breath after he was finally allowed out of the holding cell. The moment he stepped out, all he felt was a burning grudge against Renee. Nick, Kyle, and Pooh were already waiting in the front lobby, their faces instantly lighting up when they saw their friend walk free.Bastian? Of course, he wasn’t there. No way. Anthony’s so-called best friend was now nothing more than a chained dog, stuck between his obligation to Mr. Carlyle and Renee’s twisted obsession.“Hey, you good?” Nick asked quietly as Anthony approached, giving his shoulder a firm pat to make sure he was still in one piece.“Yeah.” Anthony nodded, his face hard, jaw locked tight. “Let’s get out of here.”They walked out of the police station. The air outside felt fresher, even with the smell of hot asphalt and exhaust lingering around. The four of them headed straight to Anthony’s car, parked at the far end of the lot, the same car his friends had brought earlier when he

Anthony gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. His thoughts were a storm of anger and chaos. Because of Renee, his family’s life had become anything but peaceful.There was no way Anthony could just walk into Mr. Carlyle’s house to meet Tobias. That would be like walking straight into a lion’s den.But he couldn’t just sit still either. The disgust of feeling like he had been “bought” by Tobias made him want to smash anything in front of him.Anthony had only driven a few blocks from his shop when a loud engine roared from the opposite direction. A large motorcycle cut across his lane and stopped right in front of his car.Anthony slammed on the brakes. His tires screeched against the asphalt of Eastbourne’s streets.“Damn it!” Anthony cursed. He nearly hit the windshield.The man on the bike took off his helmet. His hair was messy, his face looked exhausted, and his eyes were

“I’m not trying to lecture you or act like I know everything, Dad. You need to realize Belle isn’t a little kid anymore,” Anthony said.For a moment, Tuan Watson fell silent. His rigid expression slowly softened. But disappointment and confusion still weighed on him. He had always believed he was doing what was best for his children.“I just want Belle to think more maturely,” Tuan Watson said.“Belle is mature, Dad. It’s just that because she doesn’t follow what you say, you think she’s wrong.” Anthony let out a long breath. “Same way you see me now.”“You don’t think things through, Anthony. You don’t think about your future, while I’ve built this business for you and Belle to survive!”“Listen, Dad…”Anthony explained things to his father, this time without emotion. To him, a parent’s path isn’t necessarily the one their children should follow. Every child has their own path. Maybe better… or maybe they have to fall first before they can finally run.If a child’s desires differ fro

From a distance, Anthony watched Belle nod quickly, then excuse herself from Renee. It made him want to jump out of the car and go straight at that damn woman. Whatever Renee had said, it left Belle looking pale as hell.“I need to talk to Belle,” Anthony said firmly.Peter immediately grabbed his shoulder. “Are you insane? What, you wanna expose it in front of her that we’ve been tailing her?”Anthony pressed his lips together and slammed his fist against the dashboard in frustration. Peter just glanced at him lazily. Once Anthony got worked up, it was nearly impossible to rein him in.“This is a borrowed car,” Peter, aka Pooh, muttered. “Try not to wreck it with your temper.”“Okay, okay,” Anthony clicked his tongue irritably.“I don’t think Belle’s going anywhere. Let’s just stop following her. You saw it yourself; she only went to a bookstore. Nothing suspicious. Just tell your dad that.”“Yeah, you’re right,” Anthony nodded.The engine started, and Pooh took a route in the opposi