YOKED TO A BILLIONAIRE BY VENNEH LISAH

On the way home, Violla praised Ryan and Jason. "You boys did the right thing by protecting your sister while maintaining a cool head. I am proud of you guys."

"Mommy, Eliana is our sister, so it's normal for us to protect her," Ryan beat his chest to show what a brave boy he was.

"If Ryan hadn't been holding me back, I would have beaten Titus up," Jason held up his little fist angrily. "Titus loves to bully Eliana even after I warned him a few times, but he just doesn't listen."

"He acts with impunity in school because the principal and teachers protect him while the other students fear him. Hence, he thinks that whatever he does is right," Ryan complained indignantly.

"That's why we have to protect ourselves. We don't bully others, and we can't allow ourselves to be bullied either. Alright?" Violla lectured them solemnly.

"We understand, Mommy," Ryan and Jason nodded in unison.

"Eliana, you must also learn how to protect yourself," Violla hugged Eliana and gently advised, "You have your brothers to protect you now, but what if they are not by your side?"

"I know," Eliana pouted her lips and frowned. With a feisty expression, she declared, "Next time, I will be more fierce. I can't just let anyone color my hair as they please."

"Eliana, it isn't just about having your hair colored," Mrs. Blake laughed. "As long as anyone bullies you, you need to put a stop to it."

"Mmm-hmm, I understand," Eliana nodded earnestly.

"Good girl!" Violla tousled Eliana's hair to ease the tension in the air.

"Today, our family went through a battle together. By being united, we perfectly resolved the matter. Why don't we go somewhere to celebrate?" Violla squealed.

"Yeah!" the three children jumped in joy. "Mommy is the best!"

Mrs. Blake felt comforted when she saw the children's smiles. Violla was someone who had been pampered since she was young. Her father taught her to always be upright and kind, to have good character, and to grow up happy and healthy. She had to pass on this legacy to her children. No matter what happened, she would always protect them.

The five of them enjoyed their favorite pizza and fried chicken meal. The three children ate so much that they burped on the way home. By the time Violla and Mrs. Blake helped the children wash up and put them to bed, it was already nine at night.

Violla took a bath and blow-dried her hair before preparing for bed. Mrs. Blake then brought her some cold medication and warm water. She warmly reminded, "Don't just focus on caring for the children, you should take care of yourself too."

"I almost forgot until you mentioned it," Violla quickly took her medicine. "Thank you, Mrs. Blake."

"Miss, did Mr. Stanley tell you why he married Leila?" Mrs. Blake couldn't help but ask.

"No, he didn't... I didn't ask," Violla shook her head.

"Why didn't you ask him?" Mrs. Blake asked anxiously. "I feel that Leila has changed, or perhaps she has finally shown her true colors. Even then, I always felt that she was fake."

"That's all in the past now," Violla said with a wry smile. "No matter what, she is Mrs. Stanley and has even borne Frank a son. They are now a family."

Hearing those words, Mrs. Blake's expression darkened. She lowered her head and sighed deeply. "What a pity. Mr. Stanley and you were meant to be together."

"It's just fate," Violla sighed. As she spoke, she couldn't help but be jolted by her own words. She had never liked hearing anyone use fate as an excuse for losers, but now she had said it herself.

Perhaps after experiencing trials and tribulations in life, she had started to accept the unpredictable nature of life.

"No matter what, you have three beautiful children now. They are a gift from God," Mrs. Blake consoled her. "If you manage to meet someone in the future, even better."

"Where am I to find someone..." Before Violla could finish what she wanted to say, she received a notification on her phone. It was five thousand sent by Escort In Debt. "He is such a good man!" Violla exclaimed in joy.

"Huh? You already met someone?" Mrs. Blake couldn't conceal her excitement.

"Mrs. Blake, you should rest early. I'm heading back to my room now," Violla said, ignoring her question. After bidding Mrs. Blake good night, Violla returned to her room and sent a message to Escort In Debt.

Violla: Have you started work today? Thank you so much.

Escort In Debt: Mmm-hmm! And welcome.

Violla: Did someone book you for the night?

Escort In Debt: Mmm-hmm.

Violla replied in glee: Not bad, not bad. You're smart enough to pay up. You have to continue to work hard. It's been a few days, and you have only paid me twice. It isn't enough to buy milk.

Violla quickly deleted the word "milk" and changed it to "food" instead.

Escort In Debt: You have to work hard too.

Violla: Don't even bring it up. I handed in my resignation today.

Escort In Debt: ?

Violla: My boss is absolutely insane, intentionally making my life difficult. I don't even know what I did to offend him.

As she contemplated the Devil, rage surged within her. He had tormented her mercilessly that day, to the point where her leg still ached from climbing the stairs. However, the exertion seemed to have improved her cold.

Escort In Debt: Are you planning to rely on me for your living expenses, then?

Violla: Of course not. Your mediocre sales don't provide enough for me. I will look for a job tomorrow. Don't worry.

Escort In Debt: But the job market is tough right now.

Violla: That's true.

Violla recalled how she had previously sent out thirty resumes and interviewed at seventeen companies. In the end, only Roman Corporation accepted her, and that was because Isaac pulled some strings for her. She began to worry if she could really find another job. She sighed.

Violla: I'm not sure if I can go back to Roman Corporation. Since I haven't submitted my resignation letter, the HR department might not be aware of my situation yet.

Escort In Debt: You can give it a try.

Violla: However, I scolded the boss when I left. I'm sure he won't allow me to return.

Violla held her chin, regretting her impulsive decision to quit her job today. Although being a security guard was exhausting and lowly, at least her salary remained stable. Moreover, there was no other company better than Roman Corporation.

Escort In Debt: Scolding the boss was a major mistake. You truly deserved it.

Violla: What do you know? Do you have any idea how insane my boss is?

Escort In Debt: As crazy as you?

Violla was left speechless by his question. As his boss, she realized she was equally insane. She had forced him to serve three obese ladies weighing a total of seven hundred pounds combined. She had also demanded that he find more sugar mommies so she could increase her cut. Despite that, she had only bought him a single bottle of virility supplements.

As her boss, she was both cruel and vicious. Compared to the Devil, her behavior had put him to shame. With that thought in mind, Violla suddenly felt that the devil wasn't so bad after all. However, she felt she had to stand by her word. Since she rage quit in front of him, there was no going back for her.

She didn't believe that she couldn't land a single job in the whole city. Unknown to her, that was the unfortunate reality.

The next morning, Violla flooded all the companies in the city with her resume. After waiting for three consecutive days, she didn't even get a single interview. Feeling anxious, she called them one by one.

Finally, the answers she got were that they either didn't receive it, were not hiring, or she wasn't qualified enough. Finally, she decided to lower herself and look for a job in the mall or retail shops. However, no one still wanted to hire her. She was even rejected for work as a waitress. It felt as if everyone was ganging up on her.

Currently, her only income was from escort In Debt, and it was going to run out soon. If she didn't get a job, she wouldn't be able to last through the next month.

"What should I do?" she asked herself.

That night, Violla sent escort In Debt a message: "Why haven't you transferred me any money recently? Is business bad?"

Now, escort In Debt was her only source of income, causing her to tighten her grip on him.

Violla: "Even if they don't take you for a night, you can accept individual sessions. If that doesn't work, you can try drinking or dancing with them. As long as you make some money."

Escort In Debt replied after a long time: "Have you gone mad because you're broke?"

Violla: Yes! I am broke, and I am without a job. I can't put food on the table. At this rate, I can't even pay the rent and would be evicted soon. I don't have a problem with that. But what about my family? I still have little mouths.

Escort In Debt: Little mouths?

Violla quickly deleted the message, but the escort had obviously seen it. She had no choice but to explain: I have four pets at home."

Escort In Debt: So where did you get the courage to quit your job?

Violla: It was just an impulsive decision.

Escort In Debt: "It was a stupid move indeed."

Violla: I know it was a mistake, although he is crazy. I can still pay my bills, but I'm already regretting it now. If God were to give me another chance, I am willing to take back my words. I'm willing to do anything as long as I can get my job back at Roman's Corporation.

Escort In Debt: Are you really willing to do anything?

Violla: That's right. Next time, no matter how he torments me, I will obey him without question, as long as I can keep my job.

Just as Violla sent the message, she looked at the bill that Mrs. Blake had passed to her.

Today, she had bought a box of milk powder for the children and also sent Finny to the vet. In total, it cost four thousand three hundred.

When she saw how little she had left, tears welled up in her eyes. Morality and dignity no longer mattered to her.

Escort In Debt replied: That should be the way.

Violla: I should have the same attitude as you. After all, I realized I have not treated you well, but didn't you bear with it? Although you walked out on me once, you've never gone on strike or quit.

With that thought in mind, she felt that Escort In Debt was a lot more dedicated to his work than she was.

With her eyebrows still furrowed, her phone suddenly rang. It was from an unknown number. Puzzled as to who it was, she answered, "Hello?"

"Hello, are you Miss Violla Milan, I am the manager of the security department at Roman Corporation?"

"Oh, hello, Mr. Manager," Violla answered.

"Your new uniform is here. Remember to come to work tomorrow," he stated.

"Huh? I…" Violla almost wanted to bring up the fact that she quit but decided against it in time.

She probed, "I was sick that day, and there was an emergency at home. So, I had to leave early and didn't apply for leave. Did the boss fire me?"

"It's understandable given that it was an emergency. Roman Corporation is a company that cares for its employees. Hence, we won't fire you over such a small matter. However, you have to remember to stick to the rules."

"What did the boss say?" she queried.

"Do you mean Mr. Roman? He has a thousand things on his plate and has no time for trivial matters like this. Don't worry, just come back to work tomorrow."

"Alright, alright. Thank you very much. Thank you!" She appreciated it.

After ending the call, Violla was overjoyed. She quickly sent a message to Escort In Debt, "Just now, the manager of Roman's Corporation's security department called. He asked me to go back to work tomorrow. Hahaha, it's really wonderful! I am not unemployed anymore!"

Escort In Debt: Congratulations!

Violla: You are truly my lucky star. Not only do you make money for me, but you also bring me good luck."

Escort In Debt: How are you going to thank me?

Violla: Thank you? This will be used to offset the time when you walked out on me in the club. We are now even!

Violla was still angry about the time he walked out on her.

Violla: How dare you abandon your boss in a club after I waited for hours for you. It's just cruel and unforgivable!

Escort In Debt: Are you back to being arrogant just because you got your job back?

His response sounded exasperated. She knew when to quit and not take it too far.

Her job at Roman's Corporation pays eight thousand a month, while Escort In Debt can pay her five thousand on a good night. Although she needed to maintain her authority as his boss, she knew she couldn't be unreasonable. If he quit, she would be left with nothing.

Although there was a contract, she knew it wouldn't stand up in a court of law. "I should still placate this god of Wealth, no wait, I meant escort of Wealth," she thought.

With that thought in mind, Violla quickly appeased him, "I'm just kidding. I'll see you in another two days and buy you some supplements. However, you must not walk out on me again. Do you know how terrible I felt that night?"

Escort In Debt: Have you learned your lesson?

Violla: Yes.

Escort In Debt: In that case, you should behave better next time.

Violla was speechless. Had he read too many romance novels? The escort was clearly becoming increasingly domineering.

"Does he think he's acting in a movie called The Domineering Escort Falls In Love With Me? Wait... Falls in love?" she thought.

Violla suddenly remembered the time at Empire Night when she sold him to three wealthy ladies. At that moment, he was tugging on her hem as he declared, "You will regret it if you leave."

He was supposed to be accustomed to pleasing wealthy women and should feel comfortable in that role. So why was he so reluctant that night?

"In the club the other day, when I asked him about being supported by a sugar mommy and how we would divide his earnings, he actually became angry and walked out. And yet, I thought he was angry because I was asking for too much. Now that I think about it, he must have developed feelings for me and felt jealous. That's why he was so angry. Otherwise, why would he willingly report his income and continue paying me as requested?

Despite having signed a contract, I can't really use it to threaten him in any way. No matter what, he has to be a willing participant for this arrangement to work."

The more she thought about it, the more anxious Violla became. "Oh no! I'm in trouble! What am I going to do now that an escort has fallen in love with me?" she pondered.

It seemed she had no choice but to maintain professionalism and keep her distance from him. At the same time, she resolved to work hard at Roman's Corporation to advance her career, so that even if she lost her income from the escort, she could still support her family.

It was crucial for her to gain the recognition of the Devil. Only then would her position at Roman's Corporation be secure.

Holding onto that thought, Violla took a deep breath and made a firm decision. Starting from tomorrow, she would endure whatever challenges the Devil threw at her. Perhaps due to the repeated reminders she gave herself, Violla dreamt of something shocking during her sleep.

In her dream, the Devil knelt in front of her, holding nine hundred and ninety-nine roses. He declared passionately, "Violla, will you marry me?"

All the employees at Romans Corporation cheered for her while her colleagues urged her on, saying, "Say yes to him!"

Feeling emotional, Violla was about to agree when the escort appeared in his mask with the three children in tow. In a pitiful voice, he pleaded, "Darling, don't abandon me."

When she turned to look, she saw a pitiful sight.

Three milk bottles hung around his neck, and his backpack was filled with milk powder. He held a bunch of dolls in his left hand and diapers in his right. He looked like the epitome of a poor babysitting father.

The three children were crying with snot coming out of their noses, saying, "Mommy, Mommy."

Behind her, the Devil's longing expression changed into one of rage. He grabbed her hand and threatened viciously, "Violla, you already have a husband and children. Yet you're trying to cheat me of my feelings? I'm going to kill you."

Violla was suddenly awoken from her dream. As she opened her eyes, she was panting heavily from the frightening experience. Luckily, it was just a dream.

As she wiped the sweat off her forehead, she checked her phone.

It was 6:30 in the morning, and escort In Debt had just transferred her five thousand.

When the thought of him pleasuring a rich and fat lady crossed her mind, she felt bad for taking half of his hard-earned money. In fact, she began to feel like a heartless person.