《Bound to the mafia 》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 50 章

Ava’s POV The moment I spotted Winston and Vanessa heading toward us, I instinctively tightened my grip on Peter’s hand. I was already turning to drag Peter away when Winston’s voice rang out across the street. “Peter!” I groaned inwardly as he walked toward us with Vanessa beside him. “Let’s just go,” I muttered, tugging Peter along. “Those two are always carrying trouble around, and I can’t afford to get on my boss’s bad side again.” Peter nodded and started walking with me. Then Winston shouted loud enough for half the street to hear. “I won! Ava will never be yours, and she knows it too!” Peter stopped dead in his tracks and turned. My heart sank. “Let’s just go,” I urged frantically. “He’s just a loser.” But it was already too late, Winston had reached us. “Babe, I’m going inside to pick up a few things,” Vanessa said. She kissed his cheek, threw an irritating glance in my direction, and disappeared into the building. The second she was gone, Winston’s s

Katherine’s POVMrs. Ashford rose from the elegant sofa and walked straight toward me, while Vindell disappeared up those sweeping stairs.“Katherine, follow me,” Mrs. Ashford said, opening the massive front door.I followed her outside and across the grounds until we reached her mansion. The moment we stepped inside and she settled onto the luxurious sofa, her expression turned unusually serious.“Kate! Why didn’t you tell me?”My brows knitted together. “Tell you what?”“That Vindell is seeing someone.”At those words, my eyes widened and my entire body stiffened. “What?”“Yes.”“He’s seeing someone?” I repeated, completely thrown off balance.She paused, studying my reaction carefully. “You didn’t know? You really didn’t know.” She stood and began pacing across the grand living room. “Which means Vin knew about our plans from the beginning. Or did you tell him?”“No, I didn’t.”“So you don’t even know what this woman looks like? Or where she works? And you call yourself his PA?”I

Ava’s POVMy phone buzzed against the table, the screen lighting up with Ashley’s name. The second I answered, her sharp voice crackled through the speaker.“Hey… so when are you coming to collect your stuff from your locker? I wanna move my things.”I frowned and shifted in my chair. “I thought you had your own locker?”“Yeah. But I’m the new sales manager now, so I intend to move into yours.”My eyebrows pulled together.“Is there… is there something special about my locker or what?”“Excuse me!” she scoffed. “Aren’t I allowed to move into your locker that you can no longer access?”A dry laugh slipped from my lips. “If you called me just to rub this in my face, then I’m sorry you wasted your time.”Her laughter rang through the line, smug and irritating. “Isn’t it wonderful? You’re still carrying your head high even in this shitty moment. I’m sure you thought you were bigger than the program. Thought you were special because you’re a little good at marketing.”I rolled my eyes and p

Ava’s POV I pulled the card from my bag and held it between trembling fingers. The glossy surface caught the light as I stared at the bold lettering, ‘Mr. Vindell’. A chill crawled up my spine. My mind drifted back to our last meeting. I could still hear his smooth voice, calm and certain. “See you next week.” The words echoed through my head. Seven days ago, my life had still made sense. Seven days ago, Vanessa had been kneeling at my feet, her pride shattered. Winston had practically folded in half begging for his restaurant. And now? Everything I had was crumbling around me. A bitter laugh lodged in my throat, the man really was powerful. Not the kind of power people boasted about. His power moved quietly, like a shadow sliding across a room. One gesture, one phone call, one decision, and lives changed, businesses rose, people fell. I remembered sitting across from him and thinking how terrifying it must be to end up on his bad side. Now, as the pieces finally clicked

Ava’s POV I snatched the ringing phone from my bag the second I saw Peter’s name flash across the screen. “Ava! Guess what?” His voice practically burst through the speaker, bright and excited. “Is Mom back?” The excitement died so abruptly it was almost painful to hear. Silence crackled between us for a second. “Yeah…” he finally said. “How did you know that?” My fingers tightened around the phone. “I… uh… I thought as much. I’m coming right away.” Before he could ask anything else, I ended the call and turned to Michael, who was waiting behind the steering wheel. “Please take me back to the hospital.” “From now henceforth, you will be known as Mr. Vindell’s fiancée. Though it will fully be revealed at the wedding, you must act in love and stay true to the story.” “Love?” A bitter laugh escaped me. “Please, Mr. Michael, I just want to go home to my mother right now. I already signed the damn contract, and I intend to stick to it.” “Good,” he said. “Because it’s n