Twisted Revenge by A.ZChaudhry

Chapter 3

Over-due chapter, I know, but I told you....... uni needs a mistress and my uni hasn't found one. Oops. Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter and don't forget to like and comment as it helps me!!!! Thank you!

AVELINA

Tears slipped past my eyelashes, delicately carving their way down my cheeks, as an artist would intricately carve on a clay statue. He made my mom kill my dad yesterday, and then my mom suffered a heart attack resulting in her death only for him to torture me more and just leave brutally? Did he know how tough it was for me, a single child, to witness this and not have any support? The least he could do with his stupid men was atleast help me with my dead parent's bodies that he had so graciously killed. But no.

The bastard felt so high of himself that without even sparing my disheveled state another glance, he just left. He literally left with me on the floor with my dead parents right in front of my eyes. All in the same room. A quivering heart with two corpses. Equivalent to three corpses lying together.

I shakingly brought my hand up and touched my hair which were now so short. He had cut it. He had literally grabbed my pony tail and had cut all of my hair in anger. If he was this angry right now? What would he do to me after marriage? How would he treat me? How much would he beat me?

I would have called the police on him, but I knew that my dad worked for the Romanian Mafia. And no police was ever successful in throwing them over. Ever. So I was close to nothing. And calling them would be a mistake and a promise of an extra hard route down the path for me as he would no doubt take revenge from me on that. When he took such harsh revenge when I had literally done nothing...... I doubted as to what he would do if I actually did something.

I again looked at myself in the mirror and remembered his remarks about my weight, my body, my looks and everything that he had said. That wasn't the main stung, to be really honest. The main stung was the fact that I believed it. I believed every word that he had said because I daily woke up thinking the same about myself. I would deliberately not look in the mirror because I hated myself and loathed the way I looked.

Ugly.

It was too ugly for the normal human being and the naked eye. The only person who did find me beautiful was my mother, but the bastard had killed her heart. I knew I wasn't good looking, but still, there are ways to let the other person know this, and not straight up, bullshit it on their face while they stand with their parents.

The door opened and the stylist came in when I bit back my tears. She was sent by Alessio to style me up for the wedding. I looked at my pale face and then down at my trembling hands. Did I ever sign up for this as I don't remember.

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I was standing outside the doors, waiting for it to open with my legs trembling like never. Alessio made sure that I was wearing....... a black dress. Yes. I was wearing a black gown, with a black net veil on top, black lipstick and with no shoes on. He deliberately made this happen when I just wanted to sink to the floor and cry my eyes out.

I had always grown up thinking that I would marry the love of my life one day, I would wear a white wedding dress of my choice, would plan my wedding my way and would love to run in the arms of the man I loved the most. Not........ not this way. Certainly not this way.

The doors opened and my to-be husband's guard motioned me that it was time to walk. No trumpets, no piano, no chorus singing...... nothing. Just the opening of gates and the entrance. No flowers, not many people and no decorations. The priest stood at the far end, a solemn expression on his face, one that gave away that he was one of Alessio's men.

In the audience, were only three men and no other woman. Alessio was standing at the altar, his back to me, his hands moving as he typed on his phone. I stood rooted to the spot when a maid pinched my elbow from behind, "Walk the fuck up, boss doesn't wait."