Alvera,the Revenger,Married the Billionaire

Alvera stared at Antoine, who was holding her in front of him, her pupils contracted in shock. "Why are you still here?" she asked.

"You were at home the whole time. Why did you lie to me? The Alvera I knew would never lie to me."

Alvera chuckled. The old her had been long dead.

She arched an eyebrow and looked him over. Fine then, there's nothing she could do if he wasn't going to leave.

At that moment, Roland pushed open the door and saw Antoine.

As their eyes met, Antoine let go of Alvera and took a step back nervously.

"Roland..."

Roland's expression was chilly as he swept his gaze between the two of them.

It took Antoine a little while to notice that something was not right. "Roland, why did you come out from Alvera's house?"

"Alvera?" Antoine raised his eyebrows and asked Alvera coldly, "What's your relationship with him?"

Alvera smiled. "Is this question really necessary? You should be smart enough to figure that out, Mr. Francois."

Antoine stepped forwards and grabbed Alvera's wrist. "Roland, Alvera is my girlfriend. I mentioned last time, I came back to bring her with me."

Roland sneered as he looked at his hand around her wrist. "Let go."

Antoine did not move. Roland's eyes were cold as he said. "Antoine, Do you have a death wish?"

Antoine had no choice but to let go of Alvera under his brother's chilly gaze. "Roland, please, let us go. I love her. I don't think I can live without her."

Roland crossed his arms and smirked. "Then where were you four years ago?"

"Four years ago... I was wrong, Alvera, I made the wrong choice four years ago. Can you give me another chance? I will never leave you again, I swear!"

"You will," Roland said with certainty.

"I won't!" Antoine said, raising his voice. "Never!"

"Really? I'd like to put your determination to the test," Roland replied with a disdainful smile. He glanced at Alvera. "I'll give you three minutes to deal with this."

He left the doorstep and walked towards the car.

After Roland left, Alvera looked at Antoine and said, "I have made myself very clear. Why are you still here?"

"Did my brother stay over here last night? Why are you with him? Alvera, are you..."

Alvera smiled. "Yes, I'm with him now."

"You..." Antoine looked at her in disbelief. "Alvera, have you gone crazy?"

"Why do you say that? Your brother is every woman's dream husband. I was just the only one who managed to get him."

He grabbed her shoulders with both hands. "Don't say that, Alvera. I know you. You're not like this. Tell me what happened. Did he force you into this? Alvera, I know I'm not a match for him now, but we can leave anytime you want."

"Leave?" Alvera asked incredulously. "Why would I leave a rich, eligible bachelor like Roland to be with an incompetent man like you? I'm not dumb."

"Stop it, don't talk like that." Antoine pulled her into his arms and hugged her. "Alvera, you don't know how hard it's been for me all these years. Please don't hurt me like this."

How hard it had been for him? She really had no idea, but she knew how hard it had been for herself.

...

They were both selfish people who could only see about themselves.

car," Alvera reminded him. "You know you're

body stiffened. "He was the one who

away forcefully and took a step back, keeping a distance from him. "I was the

...

did you do that? Did you forget how he put you in prison

of that," she said. "He should be

"Slap!"

her

was so loud it left her

a moment before bursting

again, her gaze was cold and

had done, Antoine clenched his fists,

must have lost my mind. I just don't want you to say such hurtful things. You're better than

the last time," Alvera said calmly, "I've changed. Leave me alone, and

turned around to leave and got into the

Antoine slumped to the ground dejectedly, looking at his palm with

car leave the house, he raised his hand and

...

out his anger on Alvera, and he hated the fact that

Road, it was so quiet they could hear

her bag, took out a piece

and stared out of the windows,

study some documents as he

said to the driver, "Stop at a pharmacy

"Yes, sir."

minutes later, the driver stopped in front of a pharmacy.

some ointment

"Yes, sir."

the driver left, Roland turned to

he your first man?" he

heart sank as he glared at

you angry because I'm

so important to you? You don't have to touch me if you're so

"You ..."

the

Mexican food, and he recalled that time when

left the country because of his mother four years ago, they

The thought annoyed Roland.

away from Antoine Francois," he warned her. "You will bear the consequences

to your brother, Mr. Francois. I can only guarantee that I

were hugging each other at the door just now, don't do

you know very well that a woman's strength is no

sleep with you, you won't

and smirked. "I will... try my

Roland looked at her coldly.

driver came back, but as he opened the door and tried to get in, Roland snapped at him coldly, "Leave the car.

the driver a couple of stunned seconds to realize he was talking to him. He promptly handed over the ointment Roland had asked him to

at him, trying to figure out what he was trying

angrily. "Try your best

he spoke, he leaned

are

would try your best to resist, then.

your mind? We're on a public

back away from him, but Roland pinned her down. "Alvera, the windows

was already kissing her

head to one