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."