Alvera,the Revenger,Married the Billionaire novel Chapter 31

In the darkness, Alvera turned over and wiped her tears away.

She would never let anyone else see her as fragile, much less this man in front of her.

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When he p*netrated her, she felt as if she could explode with anger.

The trauma lingered in her mind.

Roland felt a tugging sense of familiarity when he was with Alvera. Her body felt like that night four years ago, except this time he was sober and wide awake.

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He did not understand why he felt this way. 

Annoyed, his movements became more violent.

He finally finished up after what felt like forever.

Alvera quickly pulled the blanket over herself when she saw him get up to turn on the light.

The light flooded the room, dazzling her eyes. 

She frowned, stood up with the blanket still around her, and walked into the bathroom without a word.

After she left, Roland looked at the messy but clean bedsheets and frowned.

Alvera was taking a very rough shower in the bathroom.

When she came out, Roland was still in the room.

She smiled at him. "Mr. Francois, why are you are still here?"

"You're not a virgin?"

Alvera paused for a moment then raised her eyebrows and looked at him. "I never said I was."

"Who did you do it with? That ex-boyfriend who left you?"

Alvera did not answer his question. "I didn't know you preferred virgins. If I had known, I would have done a reconstruction surgery. It's not too late now, is it?"

She smiled charmingly.

He detested her indifferent attitude, but that was how she presented herself to him every time he saw her. "Get out."

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Alvera raised her eyebrows, shrugged, and left the room.

She went into the next room, closed the door and slumped her back against it. She slid to the floor and curled herself up, hugging her knees tightly against her chest.

She smiled as she heard Roland slam the door as he left the room outside.

She got back to her room and ate a piece of candy. 

Since she couldn't sleep, she picked up a book and began reading. 

The next morning, Antoine stood in front of Roland in the CEO office of the Empire Group, looking at him fearfully. "Roland."

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"Who allowed you to come back?" Roland asked coldly.

"I... I came back to look for an old friend."

Roland threw his pen on the table, his expression chilly. "I told you, don't come back here ever again. You can die overseas for all I care. Did you not listen?"

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"I will leave right after I find my friend."

"Your old friend... a woman?"

Antoine kept quiet.

Roland sneered, knowing that he was right. "Does Grace know you're back to look for a woman?"

"Roland, I don't like Grace. I want to cancel our engagement."

"I set up your engagement. If you want to cancel it, let your mother be punished for what she did, and I'll let you go."

He lit a cigarette and looked at him pleasantly. "I gave you a choice four years ago. You chose to be punished in place of your mother. You don't get to regret it now."

Antoine clenched his fist tightly and said, "I already have someone I love deeply. I have loved her for seven years, but we were separated for four years. I don't want to lose her, Roland, please. We're your family, let us go."

He sneered. "Do you think I will?"

He flicked the ashes from his cigarette into the ashtray and raised his eyebrows. "I'll give you a month. Finish your business and leave the country. You can find as many mistresses as you like, but your engagement with the Taylor family will remain."

Antoine stood up, looked at him for a moment, then staggered away.

Alvera met with Samuel in a cafe. She held her cup in her hands as she stared distractedly out of the window.

Samuel rapped loudly on the table with his fingers.

Alvera came back to her senses. "What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything. You're here to have a coffee with me, focus."

She smiled and did not reply.

"I say, what is wrong with you?"

"Nothing's wrong. I was just distracted by that."

He spun her around to face him and grabbed her shoulders. "You can, Alvera, just say the word, we'll leave this place together and never come back."

She smiled and pushed his hands over her shoulders gently. "My mother died because of the Earhart family. Your brother sent me to prison without any charges. I was in prison for four years. That's four years of horrors that you can't even imagine. Do you really think I can just simply say 'It's all right' now as I did four years ago? Do you really think I can pretend nothing ever happened and just go back to you happily? You might be willing to live a fake life like that, but I'm not."

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"Antoine, thank you for accompanying me during my childhood," she continued. "You were my first love, and you helped me grow up. It was a very sweet dream, but we're both adults now, and I cannot build my life on unrealistic dreams. I beg you, please leave me alone. Just consider this as karma for leaving me four years ago."

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She smiled at him brightly after she finished.

"No, it shouldn't be like this, Alvera. I haven't lost you yet. You're just angry with me, right? I can take that, but please, don't break up with me," he implored.

Alvera looked at him and sighed, "It's not like you don't understand, you just don't want to listen to me. Fine, I'll make this clearer. You're the second son of the Francois family. If you can make the Empire Group go out of business, I'll go back to you. If you can't, then forget about me."

After that, she turned, went into the house and slammed the door.

Antoine knelt on the ground wailed loudly. "Alvera!"

Alvera took a deep breath and sat down on the sofa. Then she picked up a piece of candy and ate it.

She could hear him yelling for her outside the door. 

She picked up a pair of earphones, put them on, and opened a book, but she couldn't concentrate.

She wasn't sure when Antoine left, but when Becky left after dinner, there was no one at the door.

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She put on a coat, closed the door, and walked to the beach.

She sat alone by the sea, listening to some light music with her earphones and looked out to the moonlit sea.

It was the most beautiful scene she had ever seen.

She smiled. This time, her smile was sincere, but there was no one around to see her beautiful smile.

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At the same time, unbeknownst to her, several burly men crept up to her from behind.

They grabbed her and put a burlap sack over her head.

Alvera's vision went dark suddenly and she felt someone grabbing her. Terrified, she struggled against her captors. 

Her earphones fell out as she struggled. She heard a voice yell, "Beat her up"

Then a kick landed on her.

Her head was covered so she couldn't see, but she was familiar with being beaten up. She curled up tightly on the ground and protected her head with her hands.

Her captors were intent on maiming her. The kicks almost made her pass out.