Twisted Revenge by A.ZChaudhry

Chapter 55

BEFORE WE PROCEED, I'll give trigger warnings again. READ BEFORE PROCEEDING. If you choose to proceed even AFTER you HAVE read, you are in no position to complain to me or anything. If you feel right NOW that this isn't your book? Right now is the time to make some important decisions. Read this next para carefully, because the whole book is based on that.

Mention of r*pe. (slight, lead pulls out before he even barely starts, although the start was there.)
Self-harm
Gore
Extreme punishment on the main lead
Mentions and attempts of suicide due to severe punishments on main lead (male)
Multiple r*ape ATTEMPTS on male lead as punishment
Later in the books? Happiness, success, a lot of grovelling, love, HEA.

Read the above ones. If you can stomach it, then go ahead. If no? I love you, but I think this is where we part ways.

If you can never ever ever support Avelessio? Hun, don't torture yourself with this book. I told you this before, this book deals with a lot of realities in life, and shows that part of the world which does exist, even tho in a minority. Where people do learn they did wrong, acknowledge it and then work their asses off to get better. I just want to show this small side of the world too. So if you cannot stomach it, even if Avelina will grow stronger in the end? I suggest you to rethink.

For others who do want to stay? Keep reading, you are in for a bang! Love ALL of you regardless of your decisions. My beautiful homosapiens. Lol.

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ASHTON

I paced around the office when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Massimo entered when he closed the door behind, "You called?"

"Alessio's completely off the grid. I can't find him."

"Ashton look-"

"No, shut up. Don't fucking give me lectures when my son is missing for more than a year."

He was silent when I rested against the table. I massaged my forehead and whispered, "He is my son after all, I love him. I am fucking scared because this is not Alessio. I understand that he made a mistake and fine, he realized and apologized. That's what matters to me at this point. Even God forgives people who ask for forgiveness after coming back on the right track. I don't know about his wife, but I am no longer mad at him." I looked at Massimo, helplessness visible in my features, "I just want my son back. I don't fucking care about anything anymore, Mass, I want my son back. I am so fucking scared, I have no clue as to where he is and how he is." I then whispered, everything breaking within me, "I don't even know if he is alive."

Massimo came and stood next to me, placing his hand on my shoulder, "I'll dispatch undercover search parties. I, myself, will leave in an hour. Don't worry."

I just nodded when he left the office. My eyes turned to the photo frames of Alessio around my desk when tears gathered in my eyes but I refused to let them fall. I couldn't imagine bearing the news of him dying. He was my son after all, someone who I love with all of my heart and not only because he is the spitting image of me, but because he is my son. A combination of my Sofie and me.

My eyes raked over all of his pictures here ranking from when he was a baby to when he was growing up and finally a man. My eyes paused on one specific frame which held the both of us standing together in dark suits, shaved sharp chins, our muscles bulging out and straining against the office coats. Our hair resembling the just-had-hot-sex look. Our grey eyes holding a storm of its own within as we both looked directly into the camera, as if challenging anyone to come at us. One look at Alessio and anyone could say that he was my son. He was the carbon copy of me.