All Chapters of Twisted Attraction : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Tales and Raja have been on ceasefire. They aren't talking to each other. Tales decided not to talk to Raja to sort out his thoughts. If Raja has been planning to murder him from the start then he need to prepare himself and not put significant in the past memories.Raja on the other hand doesn't feel the need to talk to him as he also need to work.Fortunately for Tales, Raja called for a meeting.The meeting room was tense, the air thick with anticipation as Raja’s team gathered around the large table. There was no turning back now—the obliteration of Unit 6 had set everything in motion, and the only thing left to do was uncover the traitor behind it.Jake, as usual, had managed to sneak into the room despite his lack of necessity. Sneak wasn’t the right word—the team just let him in and didn’t mind him. His smirk was plastered on his face as he leaned casually against the far wall, arms crossed. He wasn’t part of the discussion but wasn’t one to stay out of the loop either.Raja sa

Raja’s vision blurred as the gas filled the room. He was trained for this, but he was being too complacent. His body grew heavy, his limbs losing their strength. He staggered, barely managing to keep his footing, before collapsing to his knees."Dammit," Michael spoke unclearly, his voice thick with the effects of the gas. "This wasn’t supposed to happen...""Stay awake... stay awake!" Jake hissed, his eyes unfocused as he struggled to stay conscious. But it was clear they were fighting a losing battle.Tales, already stumbling, cursed under his breath. "We’re fucked... Fuck."He was trying not to lose consciousness because he didn’t know what they might do to them. When push comes to shove, he should survive at least.Raja felt like his mind was floating, his vision darkening. He tried to call out, but the words came out in a rasp, barely audible. “Get... out... of... here...”Their vision blurred as the fumes of the sleeping gas swept over him. His body felt heavy, his limbs refusin

The next morning, Tales woke up to a light knock on his door. He groaned, rolling over on the floor where he’d fallen asleep the night before. He rubbed his eyes as he ruffled his hair. His back protested as he pushed himself up, the golden envelope still lying unopened on the bed.The knock came again, firmer and louder this time.“Who is it?” Tales grumbled, rubbing his face. His voice was still hoarse, indicating it hadn’t been long since he woke up.“It’s me,” Raja’s voice replied, calm and measured.Tales froze for a moment, his irritation replaced by confusion. Raja never came to his room unless it was absolutely necessary. What’s this man’s deal now? After their confrontation last night, the last person he wanted to see was Raja.“Come in,” he said hesitantly.The door opened, and Raja stepped inside, carrying a neatly folded suit hanging over his arm. His expression was stoic, but there was a strange lightness in his demeanor. Tales couldn’t help but narrow his eyes in suspici

The house was quiet, the kind of stillness that made every sound seem to escalate. Tales stood in front of the mirror in his room, adjusting the cufflinks on his crisp black suit. Raja had left it for him, and even if he didn’t want to wear it, he had no choice. He didn’t want to go to the party either, but if he didn’t, hell awaited him. He knew that much. And he didn’t want to complicate his already complicated life further. He didn’t want to deal with Raja and Oliver all at once. He glanced at himself in the mirror, his reflection staring back with dead eyes. The events of the past days weighed heavily on him, but he couldn’t afford to look weak. Raja’s words still echoed in his mind, and his body still remembered the pain he endured just to let Raja seal whatever feelings were growing inside him and to reduce his debt. His body still remembered the shame he felt, and Tales would not forget about it even if he died. Tales straightened his tie, forcing himself to focus. He knew the

After three days, Raja had just returned to his estate, his white long sleeves soaked with blood. He was as pale as a ghost and bruised from the "lesson" Oliver had given him. His thoughts were a tangled mess, rage and frustration clouding every corner of his mind. The memory of Tales’ broken expression haunted him, and the fire within him burned hotter with every step he took.The way he walked looked like he had no direction.As he entered the living room, he found Jake seated comfortably in his chair, legs crossed, sipping from a crystal glass as if he owned the place.“Raja,” Jake greeted, his voice smooth and mocking. “Back so soon? You look awful. Guess Father’s discipline wasn’t just a bedtime story after all.”Raja froze in the doorway, his eyes narrowing to slits. His fists clenched at his sides, his nails digging into his palms. He had no time to argue with him and so he walked to the stairs without even looking at Jake, but the next word Jake spouted made him freeze in plac