Twisted Revenge by A.ZChaudhry

Chapter 2

ALESSIO

His daughter?

Interesting.

I knew he was a disgusting, shameless man, but shameless enough to trade his daughter for the money he spent on his luxuries? New.

The girl was of a good height, healthy, puffed up cheeks, way more puffier than I liked, sunlight-brown hair, fair skin, cracked lips and green eyes. Fucking green eyes. She was wearing some very weird clothes, her ripped shorts coming till just the top of her knees, a "Komen-Rider" t-shirt on with a pink helmet in her hand. I mean, did she even fucking look at herself once in the mirror? Or if she looked, didn't she find anything fucking ugly in her get-up? Didn't her own reflection make her want to throw up the most disgusting of contents?

Richard wanted me to make her as my wife? Literally? This piece of ultimate garbage?

She looked at her father, then back at me and then again at her father, "Dad, what-"

Richard interrupted, completely ignoring her, "She will marry you. She will serve you devotedly for the rest of her life. Will do as you say, get up as you say, move as you say, sit as you say, speak as you say. Whatever you tell her? She will abide by all rules and regulations and be a doting, perfect wife to you."

The girl opened her mouth, "Dad, what-"

I interrupted, looking calmly at the pair of father-daughter, "This piece of garbage?"

This made her shut her mouth as she stared blankly at me. Till this time, the mother was here when I looked back at her, "Two minutes and twelve seconds late, but I'll spare an already abused soul."

Yes, I was blunt. And yes, I had this trait from my father.

The whole family's eyes widened over the abuse word but I decided to mention it later. I eyed the girl up and down, shamelessly roaming my eyes over her body before addressing her and her parents, "Why even in the right mind would you think, I would marry this waste? Did you even look at her body? No shape, no muscle, no manners at all as to how to maintain herself, how to dress and look representable. And you want me to make her my wife?

Look at her shorts, roaming around like a homeless pig, attracting attention from every fuck boy wanting to gain pity and land some money. Look at her fucking t-shirt, cartoons and you are suggesting me that she is wife material? Look at her fucking face, I could slice the layer of chubbiness off of that fucking face and cartons will fill up. The fuck will I do with her in my marriage contract or on bed?"

There was silence and since I was good at reading, I saw the girl break behind those green eyes of hers. I could clearly see a whole ass expensive glass breaking but not my problem. There is a difference between not having money and just surviving and having money but still not taking care of yourself.

Richard was speechless when I ushered all of them to sit, "All of you. Sit. I don't have much time to waste on people I wouldn't even ever want to look at, so better make it quick."

The girl opened her mouth and was about to speak when Richard pinched her and shut her up. I raised an eyebrow at her, "Any problem, Miss-whoever-the-fuck-you-are?"

She spoke, "Yes-"

Richard interrupted, "Forgive her, boss."

I cut my hardened gaze at him, "Tape her mouth before I rip her tongue out."

There was silence everywhere when I focused my eyes on Viola. Cut marks on her face, bruises on her face and neck, dark circles under her eyes and eye sockets sunken and swollen. I relaxed back in my chair and took out a cigarette. Lighting it and wrapping my lips around the front, I inhaled a handful, my insides calming down suddenly when I released a breath, "Viola."