All Chapters of Switched at the Mafia Auction: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

~ Avelyn ~The walk to Xander’s study felt longer than it actually was.Every step down the hallway echoed too loudly in my ears, my pulse beating so hard in my chest that I was convinced anyone nearby could hear it. The maid who had come to fetch me walked a few steps ahead, leading the way without looking back, as if this were the most ordinary errand in the world.For her, it probably was.For me, it felt like walking straight toward the edge of a cliff.When we reached the heavy wooden doors at the end of the corridor, she stopped and knocked once before pushing one open just enough for me to enter.“The master asked for the mute maid,” she said inside.A quiet voice answered.“Send her in.”My stomach tightened.The maid stepped aside and I walked in alone.The door shut behind me with a soft click.Xander’s study was larger than I expected. Dark wood shelves lined the walls from floor to ceiling, filled with neatly arranged files and books. A wide desk stood near the window, ill

— Veronica —The afternoon sun poured gently through the tall windows of the sitting room, warming the pale marble floor and casting long golden streaks across the rugs. The house staff had arranged the tea service with their usual precision: delicate porcelain cups, a polished silver kettle, and a neat arrangement of pastries that looked almost too perfect to eat.Helena reached across the table first, selecting a strawberry tart before settling back into her chair with an amused smile.“You should have seen Andrew yesterday,” she said, clearly enjoying the story she was about to tell. “He looked like someone had handed him the entire world.”Marissa leaned forward with curiosity. “Because of the baby?”Helena laughed softly. “Of course. Their son was born three weeks ago and he hasn’t stopped talking about it since. Apparently the child already has his grandfather wrapped around his finger.”She pulled out her phone and turned the screen toward us.“Look at this.”I leaned slightly

~ Avelyn ~Rationality is a scary thing. Was it a mixture of reality and choices or the choices that formed reality?I couldn’t tell.All I knew was rationality was slipping away from me faster than I could think and the only choice I had was the one right in front of me.My body moved against my will, fueled by something dangerous, something crawling its way out of the deepest darkest part of my mind.His lips didn’t leave my mouth and my mind kept drifting between reality and choices. This darn thing again!But I can’t say it wasn’t my fault…Because while this man ravaged my lips with the aim of sucking me dry and pressed me against the door until my bones were numb to the influence of his hands intruding my maid’s uniform and cupping a feel of my skin. I couldn’t tell if this was real or one of my dreaded wet dreams that had haunted my nights ever since my escape.I was blinded by desire.Dancing to the tune that very well had the power to destroy me in one breath. But I did

~ Avelyn ~I hadn’t expected him to reciprocate with a hunger that completely knocked the air out of me. He took total control of the kiss. I couldn’t even believe I was the one who initiated it.One of his hands squeezed my waist while the other held my head in position so there was no escape from what he was doing to me. I found myself gasping for air between his deep soul plundering kiss. Finally, he released my lips but I didn’t get a chance to steady my ragged breath when he hoisted up me against the door.My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. My body trembled violently as I felt his gigantic cock press underneath me. It wasn’t in. But my body responded from the fear of if it had been. I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced my mind out of that thought. This position wasn’t aimed at that. It was aimed at something else. His skin pressed against my neck and my hand wrapped tighter around his neck. I didn’t know if it was to support myself or anchor him further.

~ Avelyn ~By the time I stepped out of that place, I wasn’t sure what was holding me together anymore.It definitely wasn’t strength.It wasn’t pride either.Maybe it was desperation. Maybe it was the thin, fragile thread of hope wrapped tightly around the pint of blood hidden against my body. Or maybe it was just Ciara… the thought of her, the image of her tiny chest rising and falling beneath hospital lights.Whatever it was, it kept my feet moving.One step.Then another.The night air hit my skin the moment I crossed the gates, cool and sharp, but it didn’t soothe me. If anything, it made everything worse. It made me aware, too aware of my body, of every ache, every mark, every lingering sensation I didn’t want to name.I pulled the shawl tighter around myself, my fingers trembling despite my effort to steady them.Don’t think about it. Don’t feel it.Just move.The car was exactly where Kyle said it would be. Parked in the shadows like it didn’t want to be seen.Like me.I didn’