Alvera,the Revenger,Married the Billionaire novel Chapter 7

Samuel sent Alvera back to the seaside villa.

She had seen the place earlier during the day and was very satisfied with it.

Her mother liked the sea the most when she was alive.

That was why she chose to scatter her mother's ashes by the sea after she died.

From now on, this whole patch of the sea would belong to her mother. With her mother’s accompanying , she would not be lonely.

After Samuel left, she went to the beach alone instead of going into the villa directly.

The sand on the beach was soft and fine.

She took off her shoes, sat on the beach, and ate a piece of candy from her bag.

The sea breeze was chilly, but it was also particularly refreshing.

"Mom, I got married today." she said.

The waves splashed gently on the fine sand as if responding to her words.

"It's a marriage that is destined to have no wedding," she continued. "Andrina, it won't last too long. I will be able to leave this place soon and live the life you wanted for me. I'll be happy wherever I go in the future and live out the rest of my life peacefully."

"But no worries, it won't last too long. 

I will be able to leave this place soon and live the life you wanted.

I'll be happy wherever I go in the future and live out the rest of my life peacefully."

She lowered her head after she spoke, and drew something in the sand with her fingers with a lonesome expression.

At the gates of the villa, a flicker of firelight flashed in the black Bentley parked there.

The man rolled down the window and flicked the ash of his cigarette.

His gaze landed on the lonely figure on the beach.

He had never seen a figure that was so similar to his.

It was a sight that made people feel sorry for it for some reason.

He looked at her for a long time.

It was late at night when Alvera finally got up and returned to the villa.

The large house was cold and empty.

She went upstairs, entered the smallest room she had chosen this morning, and took a bath in the bathroom.

When she came out of the bathroom, her footsteps wavered for a moment.

"Roland? Why does he come?" she wondered.

Roland perched on her bed in a nightgown and  crossed his legs.