Alvera,the Revenger,Married the Billionaire

Chapter 7: A Marriage With No Wedding

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.

"You spent too long in the bathroom."

"You... Why are you here?" Although she tried her best to hide her shock, it was still showed in her

eyes.

Roland pointed at the marriage certificate on the beside table.

"You do know what marriage means, don't you?"

"Our marriage is fake, it's contractual, Mr Francois. Don't you remember it?" She said.

She tried her best to hide her panic and look at him calmly.

Roland stood up. His white bathrobe was half-open.

He had just taken a shower, so he had the same fragrance as she did.

Alvera took a step back.

He took a large step towards her and pressed her against the wall.

"Our marriage is contractual, but the marriage certificate is real. Since it's a legal marriage by law, we

need to honour it. For example, like this."

He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

She turned her head and tried her best to avoid the kiss, but his lips were pressed against her cheeks,

radiating warmth.

"I thought you loved Andrina? You'd be cheating on her by doing this," she said.

"Didn't I already cheat on her when I married you? You forced me to cheat on Andrina. Did you think

that you could get off this easily? Alvera, I want you to fulfil your duty as my wife. That is your

punishment," he said.

He could feel the heat on her face as he looked at her.

"I... I'm not ready for this yet," she stammered.

"So, you're not ready for this, but you're ready to have a date in the nightclub with the eldest son of the

Lambert Family?"

She looked at him in surprise. "You're investigating me?"

"You guys know each other well?" He asked, not answering her question. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She clenched her fist. "Is it important?"

"My wife flirted with another man. What do you think, is it important?" he asked.

"I didn't flirt with Samuel, we're just friends who grew up together," she replied.

"Friends? Oh, that's a good lie. Who doesn't know Samuel Lambert is a playboy?"

He lifted her up and carried her to the bed.

"I have no reason to sacrifice six months of sex for you either, what do you think?"

He smiled wickedly with a touch of coldness.

At that moment, Alvera suddenly understood what Samuel meant.

He was right, she was dealing with Satan.