Alvera,the Revenger,Married the Billionaire novel Chapter 36

"Roland Francois, are you insane, get off me!" Alvera struggled wildly, but he was too strong for her.

"You'll regret this," she said, her eyes full of hopelessness as she watched him tear at her clothes.

...

"I never regret the things I do."

"I hate you, Roland Francois. I will never forgive you and the Earhart family."

Roland pulled off her clothes, but she pulled the blanket over herself quickly.

...

As he reached out to pull the blanket away, she screamed, "Turn off the light!"

He sneered and pulled the blanket off of her.

When he saw her body, Roland frowned and stopped.

...

Her pale skin contrasted sharply against every scar and bruise on her body.

Amongst the old scars, there was a new, barely healed scar across the right side of her abdomen.

He knew that was from the liver transplant.

Alvera squeezed her eyes shut as he observed her body.

Both of them remained silent for a while.

Roland frowned. He felt his heart tremble as he looked at the scars all over her body.

What had happened to her?

His finger gently caressed her scars.

She opened her eyes and yelled, "Don't touch me!"

His hand paused in mid-air. 

"I told you to turn off the light the first time you touched me," she said hoarsely, her eyes full of hatred. "I told you, I'm dirty. If you're disgusted, this is your own fault."

"Where did these scars come from?"

She sneered. "What does it have to do with you?"

"Alvera." He didn't like her attitude.

She raised her eyebrows. "You really want to know? Fine, I'll tell you. Every single scar is caused by you."

"Me?"

She gritted her teeth. "Did you think you sent me to prison to enjoy my life?"

His heart ached a little. "You were tortured in prison?"

She smiled. "Guess."

"I didn't know what happened to you in prison."

"Of course you don't. If you don't know, then it's got nothing to do with you, does it? Doesn't change the fact that I hate you, though."

She pulled the blanket over her body and covered herself. "Do you want to continue, or can you f*ck off now?"

He lowered his eyes to look at her. She was like a cactus, full of thorns and ready to prick anyone who came near to her.

He had always thought that this was a sign of her bad character.

He did not expect this. 

Every scar on her body showed every near-fatal injury she had ever had.

"You can't hide your disgust anymore, so get off me now," she said.

Roland came back to his senses and looked at her, still not moving.

She was about to sit up when he suddenly kissed her gently.

...

After the kiss, they lay in bed together without saying anything.

After a while, she got up slowly. 

The buttons of her pyjamas had been torn off in the scuffle, so she held her shirt together at the collar.

Roland grabbed her wrist as she got out of bed. "Where are you going?" he asked seductively.

She ignored him, pulled her wrist away from him and left the room.

Upon returning to her room, she found herself a fresh new set of pyjamas and put them on. Then, she grabbed a handful of candy from a jar on the shelf and began eating them.

Roland came out to look for her when she did not return after some time.

When he cracked open her door, he saw her sitting by the windowsill with several candy wrappers littered around her feet.

He felt his heart sink in some indescribable emotion.

Alvera's gaze was fixed on the distant sea that was illuminated by the new streetlamps.

She was regretful.

She really regretted everything she had done. She had been too anxious for revenge when she first got out of prison.

She should not have struck a deal with this Satan.

When Alvera woke up in the next morning and went downstairs, Roland was still there.

He was having breakfast at the table.

Becky smiled at her when she saw her. "Come and have breakfast, Ms Alvera. Mr. Francois just came down too."