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Chapter 149: When you say my name š¶ļø
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Switched at the Mafia AuctionĀ Ā Ā Chapter 169: Never gratitude
~ Avelyn ~The room went quiet the moment we stepped in. Not polite quiet or respectful quiet.But the kind that listens.A long, obsidian table dominated the space, surrounded by seven men and one woman, each occupying a seat that looked less like furniture and more like a throne. Power sat on their shoulders differently. Some wore it loudly, with rings and arrogance. Others carried it lean and sharp, like concealed blades. There was a plaque on the table, with a name boldly written.The Seal of Seven.I felt it then, why Xander had warned me. Why my skin prickled like Iād walked into a storm mid-breath.Xander guided me to the chair at his right. Not behind him or a space apart. It was beside him. I felt the air shift.A man with iron-gray hair cleared his throat. āShall we begin?āXander didnāt sit immediately. He rested his palms flat on the table, leaning forward just enough to remind them all who stood above whom.āWe will,ā he said calmly. āAnd we will end it today.āNo greetin
Switched at the Mafia AuctionĀ Ā Ā Chapter 168: The easy part
~ Avelyn ~The moment the car doors opened, the air changed into something cooler, sharper like it was laced with money and polished ambition.Xander stepped out first, effortless, composed, already the axis the world tilted toward. Suits turned. Conversations slowed. Heads inclined, some respectfully, others calculating. He didnāt acknowledge any of it. He simply extended a hand back toward me.I hesitated for half a second.Then I took it.His fingers closed around mine with quiet finality, not possessive enough to spark gossip, not distant enough to invite doubt. Just enough to say sheās with me.Cameras clicked somewhere. I didnāt look.āEyes up,ā he murmured without moving his lips as we walked. āShoulders back.āI obeyed, lifting my chin as the glass doors slid open and swallowed us whole. But I couldnāt shake the feeling of being a decorative pawn in his hands. He always seemed like he had all the cards and I wasnāt even fit to be a player. Inside, everything gleamed, from the
Switched at the Mafia AuctionĀ Ā Ā Chapter 167: Corporate meeting
~ Avelyn ~Getting ready felt like preparing for a battlefield disguised as a boardroom.I stood in front of the mirror longer than necessary, staring at my reflection as if it might blink first. The room was quiet, sunlight spilling in through sheer curtains, touching everything softly, my vanity, the carpet, the red silk laid out on the bed like a warning.Red.Of all colors.I slipped into the gown carefully, the silk gliding over my skin like it already knew it didnāt belong to meāit belonged to him. The fabric cinched at my waist before flaring gently, elegant without trying too hard. The halter neckline left my arms bare, my shoulders exposed, my collarbones visible. Nothing about it screamed vulgar.And yetā¦ I knew exactly what it would do.I twisted slightly, watching the way the dress moved with me. How it caught the light. How it made me feel seen even alone.Get it together, I told my reflection.This wasnāt a date. It was a corporate meeting. Powerful men in tailored suits
Switched at the Mafia AuctionĀ Ā Ā Chapter 166: Ever be free of him
~ Avelyn ~Why did it suddenly seem like I walked straight into the lionās den. I knew what he wanted, it was written all over his face. The primal urge and sex appeal was oozing off him like a cologne. I steadied my breathing. āIām still recovering,ā I said, he didnāt seem convinced. āYouāve had a week, and more,ā My lips twitched, as if a week was truly enough to recover from him. āI can see your efforts to not repay me,ā he said in amusement while staring at my nightgown. My cheeks flushed. āBut,ā He added, roaming his long fingers through the collar of the gown. āSitting here, backing the light. Your dress is see-through.āRealization struck me instantly and I looked down before I could stop myself. He was right! The moonlight from the window and the lamps behind me made the stupid nightgown translucent. He enjoyed watching me spiral. Instinctively, my hands flew to my chest, in my desperate attempt to savor some pride. But he suddenly grabbed my both my wrist and anchored
Switched at the Mafia AuctionĀ Ā Ā Chapter 165: Here you are
~ Avelyn ~A week passed without Xander.At first, I counted the hours of solitude and peace and quiet. Then the days blurred together into something quieter, heavier. The house returned to its old rhythm of being too large, too clean, too aware of me. No raised voices. No slammed doors. No tension snapping through the air like a live wire.Just absence.I told myself it was business. That men like Xander Sterling didnāt disappear for anything less than blood or contracts or wars that never made the news. Still, there was a part of me that waited, listening for his footsteps, the low murmur of his voice, the presence that always seemed to bend the air around him. I hadnāt seen him since he saved my life and that made me uneasy. I filled my days carefully.I ate when the maids reminded me to. I read the same page of a book over and over without absorbing a single word. I avoided the news entirely, afraid of what name theyād attach to me now.Veronica had left.Not dramatically or pub
Switched at the Mafia AuctionĀ Ā Ā Chapter 164: Lost control
~ Avelyn ~The door opened softly and for one twisted, stupid second, my heart lifted.I hated that it did.I hated that some part of me expected himāexpected Xander to be standing there with that unreadable expression, dark eyes already assessing me, already deciding something for both of us. I didnāt know when that expectation had formed. I didnāt remember inviting it in. But it was there, fragile and humiliating.Instead, Veronica stood in the doorway.She was dressed immaculately, of course. Pale trousers, silk blouse, hair pinned with careful precision. The kind of composed elegance that screamed control. That screamed wife. And yet something about her posture wasā¦ off. Her shoulders were stiff, her chin lifted too high, as if she were holding herself together by sheer will alone.My chest hardened instantly.āI donāt want to hear it,ā I said before she could speak. My voice was flat, tired. āWhatever you came to say, save it.āI turned my face away, tugging the blanket higher ar
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