A Wife For The Billionaire

The man pressed down, leaving Alina weak and defenseless. The searing pain made her feel like she was better off dead. Her 20-year preserved purity was stolen by that disgusting old man. Her uncle sold her for money to a 50-year-old decrepit man. Her own uncle! She should have exercised caution in their presence. She hated them. Alina Miller gradually regained consciousness and opened her eyes. It was already daylight outside. She moved her fingers slightly and found that she could move. Alina propped her battered body up to sit. Her neatly trimmed short hair now hung disheveled, covering her eyes. She absentmindedly brushed her hair off her forehead, slightly tilted her head back, revealing a delicate chin with a slight upward tilt that framed her soft jawline, and a naturally harmonious pale face. Her short hair barely reached her ears, showing a beautiful neck that, under the faint light, looked like that of a young man—no, a young woman with beautiful features. Alina wrapped a thin blanket tightly around her chest, under which was her smooth body. In the gloomy room, her bright, almond-shaped eyes roamed around. The place reeked of a mixed smell—alcohol, perfume, tobacco, and the scent of that man... A nauseating odor. Her whole body ached, especially between her legs, where even the slightest movement felt like her flesh was being torn apart. The man was still sleeping soundly with his back to her. The weak light only revealed a vague silhouette of his back. His breathing was steady, audible as if listened to closely. That filthy old man. Once Alina regained her strength, she would definitely make him regret it. Alina quietly lifted the blanket and slowly slid off the bed, picking up the scattered clothes on the floor, trembling as she dressed. Despite the tattered clothes, she needed to seize the opportunity to escape before he woke up. Yes, escape! As she rose and prepared to sprint, her right leg failed, causing her to collapse. With a thud, her hand hit something. The metal belt buckle on the man’s pants fell to the floor. The man woke, using his hands to prop himself. Alina panicked. Grabbing the belt with her right hand and holding her pants with the left, she struck the back of his neck hard. “A...” he groaned, collapsing to the floor. Alina thought little, threw the pants aside, and staggered out of the room. She had to escape! It was already bright outside. Etham rang the bell to his boss’s room, but there was no response. He had no choice but to swipe his card and walk straight in. Seeing the scene before him, Etham was shocked: “Commander, commander, what happened to you?” “Ugh...” Michanel William frowned deeply. After drinking all night, he woke up groggy and in pain, his head throbbing. Etham, a tall man, was on the verge of tears: “Commander, I’m so relieved you’re safe. Can you tell me what happened?” Last night, the commander had been drinking. When Etham escorted him to his room, the commander was still sober and had told him to go home and rest. If only he had escorted him inside to ensure his safety before leaving. Etham helped Michanel sit up. Michanel examined the blood on the pillow, sensed a throb at his head’s rear, and touched it to feel pain. Seeing his pants in Etham’s hands, his face immediately turned dark. Who hit him with his own pants? Etham examined the belt, noticing the blood-stained black diamond. He couldn’t believe it: “No way, did you hit yourself?” Michanel glared at him: “I’m not stupid!” He quietly glanced to the side, seeing a dark red stain on the white sheet confirming his suspicion. Suspecting an attack, Etham quickly said: “Commander, I’ll contact the hospital and police immediately.” At the hospital, in a VIP room, Michanel stood quietly by the window. His tall, elegant figure was upright, with thick eyebrows, bright eyes, and a calm and steady expression. His focused brow exuded authority. With a height of almost 1.90 meters, he could effortlessly survey any gathering with his regal demeanor. He remembered last night clearly; the little of alcohol didn’t make him lose control. When he was undressing to shower, he suddenly saw a young person in white lying on his bed. The moonlight clearly illuminated the youthful face, deadly attractive. Michanel had immediately become furious; no one could touch his bed, let alone a stranger. Rumors had circulated that, because of his long stint in the military, he liked men. He was startled, even questioning himself. He had grabbed the boy’s collar, intending to prove he didn’t like men with his actions. But... it was too soft! He had frozen as if electrocuted. Up close, he saw it wasn’t a boy but a girl, a girl with a fresh scent and wonderful feel that made one dizzy. Whether it was the alcohol or the need to assert his masculinity, his anger had quickly turned into desire, lowering his guard and moving closer to her. Thinking back, Michanel frowned. How could his self-control be so poor? On missions, there had been women, long legs, lolitas, but he had only flirted a bit before stopping. Yet, last night, this tomboyish girl’s youthful body and half-resisting, half-welcoming manner fit his taste perfectly. Hurried footsteps interrupted Michanel’s thoughts. Etham happily held the report: “Commander, the injury on your neck is just superficial, nothing serious, and there are no other injuries.” Michanel coldly replied: “I told you it’s nothing serious.” Etham, worried: “Commander, your situation is serious; it can’t be delayed. Thankfully, we checked thoroughly. Otherwise, who knows what else might be in your blood—Viagra, for instance.” “Viagra?” “Yes, it’s a type of stimulant.” “Stop talking. Of course, I know what it is!” Michanel’s eyes darkened. Who had done this? He asked: “Have you investigated?” Etham: “We have. The DNA results and her personal information are all here.” Michanel took the documents, his sharp eyes narrowing: “Are you sure it’s her?” “Absolutely.” Commander, shouldn’t you be able to tell? Back at Building B, Finance Class. Alina sat at the front, staring intently at the blackboard, her eyes following the teacher, occasionally scribbling a few words, pretending to understand. “Have you finished the calculation?” Mr. Smith looked down. “Alina, what’s the answer?” Alina didn’t hear, still dazed. Laughter echoed among the students. Mr. Smith called louder, “Alina, Alina!” “Yes!” Alina hurriedly stood up. “What’s the answer?” Alina looked down at her notes, filled with the word “fool,” helplessly glancing to the side. Ricard Johnson, damn it, wouldn’t let her see. Mr. Smith adjusted his glasses, sternly: “Don’t look around, just give your answer.” Alina boldly said: “Mr. Smith, I don’t know!” “Don’t know? I explained it clearly just now. Were you not listening?” “Didn’t understand.” “Didn’t understand? Is it that difficult? These are the basics I’ve repeated many times.” Alina glared at Mr. Smith: “I only know you’re about to lose your job.” The class burst into laughter. Mr. Smith couldn’t hold back anymore, slamming the desk: “Alina, how can you expect to pass the exam with this attitude? The exam is coming soon, and you’re still daydreaming?” Alina suddenly stomped her left foot, standing on tiptoe with her right hands in her pockets: “That’s my attitude. Even if I sleep all day, it’s none of your business!” Despite her rude words, her delicate appearance rivaled the school’s most handsome boy, Ricard. “Haha...” The class cheered and banged their desks, making Mr. Smith’s face turn purple. “Stop being rude, you...” He pointed at Alina, “Bring your parents here after class!” “I’m not available!” “If they don’t come, you won’t go home.” “Great, thanks for the shelter, Mr. Smith.” “Haha...” The class laughed again. After class, the teacher summoned Alina to the teacher’s room. As a student, being called to bring parents was embarrassing, let alone having no parents to call. At school, “Alina” was notorious, lazy in studying, mischievous, deceptive, involved in many trouble. She was the type of student that gave teachers headaches, undisciplined and disruptive to others. If not for her father, whom she had never met, donating the entire sports field, she wouldn’t have qualified for this university. The class advisor, upon seeing her, sighed: “Stand up straight, take off those earrings.” Alina shifted her weight, standing on the other foot: “I can’t, I like it this way.” “Look at yourself, neither boy nor girl.” Alina wore a blue plaid shirt and straight-leg pants, with short hair, looking like a boy from afar, and even up close, with a delinquent aura. She looked like a boy. “You’re a girl. Act properly. Stand straight!” Alina, still lounging: “This is me. What can you do?” “What’s your father’s phone number?” “I don’t know.” “Don’t know? Your own father’s number?”