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Chapter 90: Dance my life out
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Switched at the Mafia Auction Chapter 90: Dance my life out
~ Avelyn ~ The car felt too quiet for how loud my head was.City lights smudged across the window like someone dragging their thumb through wet paint, but all I saw was him, the way Xander looked at me when he said it.Be my woman.God. The words looped in my skull like I’d swallowed them wrong and they wouldn’t go down. I kept replaying the moment, searching for the part where I opened my mouth and said something…anything back. But there was nothing. Just silence. My silence. And the shock sitting heavy in my chest like a stone.The worst part? I didn’t understand myself.Last time he said those words, I’d snapped out a firm “no” so fast it almost cut my tongue. I’d been steady, sure, anchored in fear and anger and desperation. But tonight? Tonight my throat closed like the answer got stuck somewhere between my ribs and my shame.Why couldn’t I reject him with the same fire?Why did it feel like his voice crawled under my skin and stayed there?And why… why did a part of me tremble
Switched at the Mafia Auction Chapter 89: I don’t need your help
~ Avelyn ~The envelope in my hands felt heavier than paper had any right to be. I was still staring at the gold-etched card that had these words boldly written on it.THE GRAND BLOSSOM GALAExclusively Invited: Avelyn My breath stilled and everything inside me stilled.This was the invitation dancers clawed decades for. The one that could change a life in minutes. The event Alice whispered about like a myth and I had been trying so hard these past weeks to get one, knowing it would be where one performance could earn more money in a night than I’d made in months or all my life if I’m being honest. And Xander… he’d handed it to me like a gift but I knew it was nothing but a leash.A trembling sound crawled into my throat. I folded the card shut before it could burn me more and placed it on the kitchen counter, as if distance alone could undo the panic tightening my bones.I needed air. Or space. Or something that wasn’t my thoughts.I grabbed the nearest juice bottle and walked slo
Switched at the Mafia Auction Chapter 88: The headlines
~ Avelyn ~ The silence after Kyle’s call faded was somehow louder than the ringing itself. My phone screen went black again, returning me to the dim reflection of my own face—swollen eyes, dry lips, a girl holding herself together with threads too thin to pretend anymore. For a long moment I didn’t move. My fingers stayed curled loosely around the device, not gripping it, not releasing it, just… existing with it like a weight I wasn’t sure I wanted to put down. The internal war was sharp, raw enough that I could feel every argument, every fear, every betrayal pressing against my ribs. Part of me wanted to call him back instantly, demand answers, scream at him, beg him to say Xander was wrong. But another part, the part scarred by the last twelve hours didn’t trust my own voice anymore. Didn’t trust what I’d do if I heard his.I set the phone down carefully on my nightstand, as if any sudden movement might shatter whatever remained of me. My hands were trembling, too restless to stay
Switched at the Mafia Auction Chapter 87: Why Ariana?
~ Avelyn ~The girl with the ruined mascara and the trembling jawline didn’t look like someone who’d fought for hope. She looked like someone who’d just realized hope was lost.And she was me.Why Ariana?God.Her laugh echoed in my head, soft and familiar. Her voice, that night she said, “You’ll always have me, okay? No matter what.”Did she mean that, or was it pity?I didn’t know what hurt more the betrayal, or the fact that I could still hear her saying it and want to believe it.I stood up unsteadily and crossed to the mirror. My reflection looked worse now, the glitters were like bruises, the eyes swollen. I didn’t even recognize the girl staring back.“You’re fine,” I whispered to her. “You’re fine.”But my voice cracked halfway through.I stripped off the dress, leaving it in a shimmer of silk at my feet, and went straight to the bathroom. I didn’t bother with warm water I turned the tap cold. The shock of it hit like punishment, but I needed that. I needed something that wasn
Switched at the Mafia Auction Chapter 86: Stop chasing ghosts
~ Avelyn ~The word hit harder than a slap.For a second, everything went still. The sound of the sea vanished. The soft hum of the chandelier disappeared. It was just my pulse sounding violent, uneven, refusing to believe.“No,” I breathed. “You’re lying.”He didn’t even blink. “I don’t lie, Avelyn. I let people destroy themselves with the truth.”My knees weakened. I took a step back, shaking my head like it might erase the words. “You’re saying this to hurt me. You always do.”“If that’s what you need to believe,” he said quietly. “But by morning, you’ll see the headlines.”I couldn’t breathe. My chest tightened as if the air itself had betrayed me.He watched me crumble, and there was something cruelly calm about it as if he was studying the collapse of a building he’d already condemned.“Why?” My voice cracked. “Why would you tell me this?”“Because you deserve to stop chasing ghosts,” he said simply. “Because hope is the cruelest leash of all.”I stared at him, shaking. “You cou
Switched at the Mafia Auction Chapter 85: I’m not yours
~ Avelyn ~ The silence after his words felt like a held breath, too long and overwhelmingly sharp.I stood there, caught between the ache of exhaustion and the quiet hum of something dangerous that pulsed between us.My heart wouldn’t slow down. Not even when I finally forced the words out.“No.”It came out smaller than I meant, but it was still there—real, alive.“I’m not going to be your woman. I’m not going to betray Kyle.”The stillness in the room thickened. I could hear the sea through the open balcony, waves colliding against the rocks below like applause for a tragedy that hadn’t even finished.Xander didn’t move. He just watched me—hands in his pockets, jaw sharp under the dim gold light. His eyes didn’t flare or darken the way men’s eyes do when they’re angry. They went quiet instead. And that was worse.“You think this is about betrayal?” he asked softly.I backed a step, needing the space like air. “Whatever it’s about, I’m not interested. I love him. And nothing you d
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