Alvera,the Revenger,Married the Billionaire novel Chapter 22

Alvera looked at herself in the mirror. The hickeys on her neck were ironic to her. 

The fading white scars on her body contrasted sharply against her skin.

She clenched her fists, picked up a glass from the sink and threw it at the mirror.

The mirror was shattered.

She took off her bathrobe and went back under the shower, washing the areas on her body that Roland had touched.

She felt disgusting.

She hated herself. She really hated herself. 

After the shower, she stood in front of the broken mirror and re-examined herself.

The sadness in her heart was still overwealming.

She went back to the room, took out a handful of candy from a transparent box, and began stuffing them into her mouth one by one.

Suddenly, her cell phone rang. It was Andrina.

She sneered and picked it up.

Andrina was screaming hysterically from the other end. "Alvera, you b*tch! How dare you touch Roland. Just wait. I will make you pay. I will tear you apart!"

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Alvera smiled indifferently and said, "You should thank me for reminding you. This is the last time I will let you know. Next time, I'll keep him with me in bed."

"Alvera, you're just like your mother. Do you think that Roland will like you? He's just using you because I can't be with him now. You're a just prostitute, you know that?"

"Andrina, I warned you before. You have no right to mention my mother. Listen, you won't have this man unless I let you. Wait and see if you don't believe me," Alvera said coldly and hung up the phone.

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She was determined to win Roland's heart.

The next morning, the door to Alvera's bedroom was suddenly pushed open loudly.

Alvera opened her eyes, no longer as jumpy as she was when she first got out of prison.

"Mr. Francois, please get up," she said.

Roland's eyes were cold as he stayed motionless.

Alvera pressed her lips together. "Look, Mr. Francois, as I've said before, I'm not ready for this yet. You forced me into this. Our marriage is just contractual, it's not real. If I didn't call Andrina last night, we would have done it. I'm sorry if I not letting you cheat on my sister was wrong."

"You're sorry? You have no conscience, but you're sorry. Did you know Andrina almost died last night because of your call?"

"No conscience..." She murmured under her breath while looking at him.

After a moment of daze, determination returned in her eyes.

"Yes, that's right, I have no conscience. Conscience has no value. Why would I want something like that?" She said defiantly. "Do you know what it's like to go through hell and back, Roland Francois? Do you know how painful it is to just give up after all that? If you don't, drop your holier-than-thou attitude."

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"I never said I'm a good person, so I don't need anyone to teach me to be good," she continued. "Why should I care whether Andrina Earhart lives or dies? So many people die every day. Should I be concerned about them?"

"You..." Angered by her words, Roland raised his hand and slapped her in the face.