YOKED TO A BILLIONAIRE BY VENNEH LISAH

When she spotted them, Amira burst into laughter. Rather mockingly, she said, "Oh my, so these are the bastard children that Violla is raising! They do look a lot like her. I wonder who their loser father is."

"You're the most impolite witch I've ever seen," Jason sneered, seething with rage. He picked up a broom and started chasing Amira with it. "Get out!"

Finny flapped around the room indignantly, mimicking Jason's yell.

"Well, you're quite something, aren't you, you little beast? How dare you try to hit me with a broom?" The woman skillfully avoided Jason's broom swings while hurling curses at Violla. "Violla Milan, you little witch, come out right here, now!"

"How uncivilized of you," Ryan said, frowning as he glared at Amira. "Didn't your parents teach you to be polite to other people?"

"I know who she is! She's Titus's grandmother," Eliana pointed at Amira and pouted. Looking rather exasperated, the girl continued, "Please leave now, or we're going to call the police on you."

Ryan picked up the phone and immediately called the security department. "Hello, is this the security department? There's an evil witch in our house. Please come over here and take her away immediately."

"You bunch of no-good, fatherless little brats," Amira voiced.

"Shut up!" Violla had finally changed and emerged from her room. Angrily, she snapped, "Amira, you must think I'm an easy target. This isn't the first time you've shown up to cause trouble at my house. Don't think I won't have the guts to hit you!"

As she spoke, Violla lunged towards the fruit knife on the coffee table.

"Violla! You—you've finally decided to come out, I see," Amira said with a sneer, although she was visibly panicked. "You witch! How dare you swindle your uncle of his money behind my back? Return the bank card to me right now!"

That made Violla freeze for a moment. The other day, Smith had stuffed a bank card into her hand. Before she could even refuse, he had left. That was what Amira had come looking for.

"Get your facts straight. I didn't ask him for it—he was the one who gave it to me," Violla said coldly. "I would never touch a cent of the Smith family's money anyway."

"Then give the card back to me! Stop pretending to be all high and mighty. If you didn't want the money, you would never have accepted the card in the first place!" Amira yelled loudly. She shot another nervous glance at the knife in Violla's hand and backed away a little.

"I'll go get it now," Violla said, pointing the knife at her. "Get out and wait for me."

"Get out!" Mrs. Blake shoved Amira out of the door and slammed it shut behind her.

"Mommy…" The three children ran over and crowded around Violla. "Who's that witch outside our door? Why is she so mean?"

Squatting down to look her children in the eye, their mother replied, "Her parents didn't teach her to behave properly, so she went off the beaten path. Don't waste your breath on this sort of person, or even listen to what she has to say. If you see her in the future, run far away!"

"Got it." The three children nodded obediently.

"Alright, run along to the kitchen with Mrs. Blake now."

Violla patted the children on their heads and gave Mrs. Blake a look, silently asking her to look after the kids. The latter nodded and ushered the children back into the kitchen.

Violla soon found the bank card in her bedroom and went outside with it to meet Amira. "Here's your card .Take it and get out of my sight. If you come here and harass my family again, I'll make you regret it."

"Ha!" The other woman took the card from her and laughed mockingly. "Make me regret it? How do you think you're going to do that? Look at this lousy house you're living in. If you can't even take care of your own needs, don't bother making such nonsensical remarks! Do you think you're still the rich heiress you once were?"

"Are you done?" Violla snapped, interrupting her. "Yes, I have nothing now. But that's precisely the reason why I have the guts to do whatever I want."

She suddenly lunged at Amira with the fruit knife in her hand. Aiming for the woman's heart, Violla inched closer and closer to her, laughing her head off as she did.

"But you're different, aren't you? You have all the money and power you could possibly want. Your life and your face are probably priceless to you!" Violla spat.

"What... What do you think you're doing?" Amira was so frightened that she backed up against a wall.

"Don't worry. Even if I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't do it right here." Violla forced her against the wall with the knife. Her eyes narrowing into thin lines, she said icily, "All I wanted to tell you is that the poor and downtrodden will never fear those who live in luxury. Don't force my hand, Amira, or who knows what I might do to you!" As she spoke, she suddenly thrust the knife.

"Ahhhh!" Amira let out a blood-curdling scream. However, the knife never pierced her skin. Instead, it got lodged in the wooden wall behind her.

The woman had already been scared out of her wits. Taking the bank card from Violla, she turned and fled immediately. Violla watched her leave, heaving a long sigh of relief as she did. Just as Violla was about to enter the house, she found Mrs. Blake standing in the doorway, looking at her with tears in her eyes. "Miss, I'm so sorry for the trouble."

The housekeeper felt extremely sorry for Violla. Violla had been coddled her entire childhood, with servants always bustling around to attend to her every need. Now, she had to resort to frightening an intruder off with a fruit knife to keep her family safe.

"Mrs. Blake, what's up with you?" Violla didn't care much. All she wanted was to lead a happy, peaceful life with Mrs. Blake and her children; she wouldn't allow anyone to spoil it for her.

"Mommy, Mommy..." Finny flew out of the house and flapped around her head. "Dinnertime, dinnertime."

"Ooh, are you hungry, Finny? Let's go inside." She put an arm around Mrs. Blake and said amusedly, "Mrs. Blake, you must be aging backward into a child again. Why are you crying your eyes out over a matter like this?"

"I just feel bad for you, my girl." Mrs. Blake sniffed violently and wiped away her tears, hoping that the children wouldn't find anything amiss.

"Mrs. Blake, Mommy, it's time for dinner!" The children quickly helped set the table, and they all settled down for a happy meal together.

Just as Violla picked up her fork, she received a notification on her phone: "Escort In Debt has just transferred eighty thousand to you."

Violla was overjoyed upon seeing that. Immediately, she picked up her phone and texted him, "So much money? Thank you so much."

Escort In Debt replied, "We received a few huge orders. You're welcome."

She quickly sent another text, "Wow, that's amazing! I thought you were lazing your time away these past few days."

Escort In Debt responded, "I shall be the most hard-working escort you've ever seen!"

Violla chuckled and replied, "Haha! Look how self-aware you are. I'm proud of your improvement!"

After that, 'Escort In Debt' stopped replying to her messages.

"Mommy, have a chicken wing." Eliana grabbed a chicken wing with her chubby fingers and placed it on Violla's plate.

"Thanks, Eliana." She put away her phone and devoted her attention to having dinner with her kids.

However, Violla's mind couldn't stop churning with thoughts. Now that Amira and Leila had spread the news about her children, everyone she knew was bound to hear about it sooner or later.

"When that happens, 'Escort In Debt' might also find out," she thought, and a wave of anxiety crept up on her. She decided to schedule a meeting with Escort In Debt after her injuries healed. The sooner they ended their relationship, the better it would be for both of them.

As for Davon, she had to find a way to return the chip to him as quickly as possible. She didn't want to see him again either.

At ten minutes to two the next afternoon, Immaculate called her punctually on the phone. "Miss Milan, we're waiting for you at the place we agreed on yesterday."

"Got it. I'm coming down now!" Violla told her. After informing Mrs. Blake that she was leaving, Violla put on some casual clothes and left the house.

Immaculate had driven a Rolls-Royce to pick her up. The entire street was abuzz, and everyone who walked past the car stopped for a few seconds to admire its sleek design.

Violla hid her face behind her hands, afraid that people might recognize her.

"Miss Milan, come on in," Immaculate opened the door for her and politely ushered her into the car.

When she got into the car, she couldn't help but ask, "Dr. Immaculate, why are you picking me up in this car?"

"We are simply following Mr. Roman's orders," the woman explained with a bright smile.

"Oh, alright then," Violla replied, feeling a little bewildered. "Let's go then."

The car slowly made its way down the street. On the opposite side, Violla's three children, who had just gotten off the school bus, were staring after the Rolls-Royce, their eyes as wide as saucers.

Eliana fluttered her long eyelashes in confusion. Afraid that she might have seen it wrongly, she asked, "Was that really Mommy who got into the car?"

"Yes, I think so," Jason replied solemnly, rubbing his chin. "She was even wearing that set of gray-colored casual clothes that she got at a discount from the department store."

"And those little white shoes!" Ryan added in awe. However, a moment later, he said with the serious air of an adult, "Alright, we shouldn't be such busybodies about this. Everyone has their own private life, and we should respect Mommy's privacy."

"Yes, yes," they chanted.

"It's National Day today, so the school let us off early. I bet Mrs. Blake has completely forgotten about this. Let's head home by ourselves," Ryan suggested.

"Yeah! Let's go home!" they agreed.

Immaculate took Violla to Princess Diana's private boutique, which was located in the heart of a shopping plaza.

The woman appeared to have booked the entire place just for Violla. More than ten staff members and a team of three internationally recognized makeup artists stood waiting to attend to Violla's needs.

Violla was stunned by the grandeur of everything. Tugging nervously at Immaculate's sleeve, she whispered, "Don't you think this is a bit excessive?"

"Don't worry! Mr. Roman has arranged everything for you. This place is actually owned by his Aunt Diana Roman, and today she has made it available just for you," Immaculate said, leaving Violla too surprised to say anything.

Immaculate helped Violla into a private room and assisted her in cleaning up her wounds and bandaging them. Afterwards, she instructed the makeup artists to start working on Violla.

Violla had a vague memory of experiencing this kind of treatment before. In the past, her father had hired a professional makeup artist for her. During important events, she would contact the makeup artist and have her come over to do her makeup.

The makeup artists at Princess Diana's consort, who were now attending to Violla, were extremely difficult to hire. They would only agree to be hired for someone's birthday, and even that appointment had to be booked six months in advance.

However, today she realized that it belonged to Davon's aunt. That meant the family owned more things than she could ever imagine. Here, she felt even more nervous about the whole thing. She shouldn't get close to men like him—once she offended him, it would be over for her. She spent the rest of the time entertaining her nonsensical worries.

An hour passed, and the makeup artists were still crowding around her, touching up her makeup and fluffing up her hair. However, she had already dozed off on the sofa. The makeup artists exchanged smiles with each other at the sight. They thought she looked rather cute.

"Be a little more gentle, would you? Miss Milan has injuries on her neck and right shoulder," Immaculate whispered urgently to them.

"Yes, got it!" The makeup artists immediately made sure to be much gentler in their actions. Suddenly, one of them let out a gasp. "Oh, Mr. Roman!"

Immaculate and the other makeup artists turned around in shock. None of them had noticed Davon when he walked into the boutique, but there he was, standing in a corner. He was wearing a black western suit that elongated his tall body. The dim lights of the boutique accentuated the sharp edges of his face, reflecting off his eyes and giving one the impression that flames were dancing in them.

He was quietly watching the sleeping woman in the mirror. Violla had chosen an excellent time to doze off.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Roman!" Everyone bowed, greeting him frantically.

Davon raised his hand, signaling to everyone to remain quiet and not wake Violla up. Everyone fell silent at once. The makeup artists resumed their job, working as quietly as possible.

The man walked over and sat down on the ottoman next to the sofa. He rested his elbow on the armrest and perched his head on his hands as he gazed at Violla, observing her quietly.

How strange! All those years, he never had a shortage of women who openly gawked at him and threw themselves into his arms. He had been with numerous women, playing them. However, for some strange reason, it was this woman who had stirred something in him. She was the first one he was genuinely interested in, in fact, he had fallen for her.

When she mistook him for an escort online, he felt very amused and decided to continue playing along with her, even to the point of sleeping with her. It wasn't just her body that he had, but he also felt like their souls had connected that night, yoking her to him. In the morning, he woke up to an emergency with the Milan family and left hurriedly. But when he returned, she was gone, disappeared.

Four years later, she reappeared, and she still believed he was an escort. He continued to play along, though relieved that she had come back.

When she ordered him to entertain rich old ladies as an escort, he immediately flared up. He wanted to strangle her to death because she didn't realize that it was her he wanted.

When she tried to trick him out of his money, he felt rather scornful of her. However, when he saw her being harassed by Isaac, he couldn't contain his rage and exploded with anger. Consumed with murderous intent, he decided to put the man to death.

Upon hearing that she had been humiliated by the Smiths, he had only one thought in his mind — to make them pay for what they did tenfold! Hence, he had arranged for the setup tonight.

Meow…

Suddenly, a white ragdoll cat strolled out from another room. The sound was loud enough to wake Violla from her slumber.

She opened her eyes blearily, feeling a little dazed. "Is it morning already?" she mumbled.

The makeup artists burst into laughter beside her but quickly shot frightened looks at Davon and fell back into silence.

"Miss Milan, you've been asleep for half an hour," Immaculate said with a smile. "Your makeup is nearly done."

"Ah!" Violla finally recalled that Immaculate had dragged her to a boutique and that she was at Princess Diana Consort. She stared at herself in the mirror and let out a gasp of amazement. "Is that really me? I look beautiful—Ah!"

Before she could even finish speaking, she noticed Davon gazing at her in the mirror and let out a cry of shock. "Hey beautiful!" he called out to her. Everyone there blushed, especially Violla, whose cheeks burned red. Davon, however, maintained his gaze on Violla alone as if no other person existed in the room.

He had a glass of wine in one hand, while his head was propped on the other. He looked at her with a perfectly calm and composed expression, his face completely devoid of emotion. However, his eyes were swirling with a complicated mix of emotions.

"You really are beautiful, Violla!" Davon complimented, his eyes fixed on her. It wasn't the kind of beauty that had been crafted out of layers of makeup, but the kind that naturally radiated from her skin. She looked like an angel that had fallen from the heavens.

"Thank you, and thank you for this treat. However, you should have told me you were coming here. You nearly scared me to death," Violla chuckled, patting her chest as it heaved up and down. Her heart still felt like it was racing a mile a minute.

Before he could help himself, Davon's gaze shifted to her chest. Her breasts, creamy-white under the dim lighting, looked round and firm. "What a lovely sight!" he thought, completely captivated by them. Jealousy and possessiveness coursed through him, his brows knitted into a frown, and he snapped, "Go and change into another dress!"

"Huh? Why should I?" Violla queried. "I love this dress."

She gazed at herself in the mirror, wearing a luxury gown that was completely white, making her look as pure as an angel.

"Yes, sir. I'll get another dress ready immediately," one of the makeup artists said, turning to instruct her assistant to bring more gowns to the room.

"Why do I need to change out of this? I think this dress is perfectly fine!" Violla looked in the mirror again. "It looks alright, doesn't it? It just shows a little cleavage, that's all."

Davon signaled with his hand for everyone to leave, and they obeyed immediately. After a few seconds, only he and Violla remained in the large room.

Violla hadn't realized it yet. She was still seated on the sofa, preening in front of the mirror. Davon got up from his seat and walked towards her. Although he hadn't done anything yet, she felt her skin prickle with a sudden sense of danger. Her head snapped up as she gazed at him.

"What... What do you think you're doing?" Violla resembled an injured cat as she curled up on the sofa and crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes full of fear.

Davon extended his hand to her, and she cupped it. He gently helped her to her feet before taking the seat and pulling her onto his lap.

Davon gave her chin a little pinch, lifting her head so she was looking directly into his eyes. She noticed his chest rising and falling, his eyes flickering between rage and desire as he brushed his lips against hers, and Violla slightly parted hers. Davon softly kissed her and whispered, "You are beautiful, Violla, so beautiful." She kissed him back.

Davon stood up, gently placing her on her feet without breaking the kiss. Pouring his emotions into it, he then said in a low voice, "Remember this—I'm the only person who can see your body!"

"Um..." Violla started, but he interrupted her with a kiss. Violla felt her heart rate accelerate as she tasted him. A flurry of exclamation marks appeared in her mind, yet she was too afraid to utter a sound, too afraid even to vocalize the moans that threatened to escape her mouth as her body awakened.

Davon abruptly broke the kiss. He ran a thumb over her plush lips, his eyes trembling with desire. He leaned in to kiss her again but reconsidered, releasing her instead. He called out to the person behind the folding screen, "We're leaving in ten minutes."

"Yes, sir," the person replied. Just like that, Davon exited the room. Instantly, the tension dissipated, and she could finally catch her breath.

A group of female staff members gathered around Violla, assisting her in donning her new gown and praising her shapely body. She went along with them silently, all the while attempting to calm her pounding heart.

"Has my boss really fallen in love with me? I need to confront him tonight and ensure he understands that I have no intention of ever being together with him. When he discovers I have three children, he might strangle me. Even though I am also in love with him," Violla contemplated.

After changing into a luxurious black dress in the style of Hepburn, the makeup artists tied a lace ribbon around her neck to conceal her injuries. They then adorned her fingers with several diamond rings, instantly transforming her into a princess. Violla gazed at herself in the mirror. She had never tried this style before, but it seemed to complement her features splendidly.

"Miss Milan, let's go! Mr. Roman is waiting for us outside," Immaculate whispered softly.

"Oh, right." Violla lifted her dress by the hem and walked carefully out of the room.

Cruze, who stood by the car, gawked when he saw her. He couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful angel in front of him, let alone reconcile her with the lowly security guard at Romans Corporation. "Were they really the same person?" he asked himself.

"Look at her again, and I'll gouge your eyes out and feed them to the pigeons," Davon warned him darkly.

"Yes, sir," Cruze quickly shifted his gaze away from Violla. He looked down at the floor, too afraid to look at her again. "Here, Miss Milan!"

Immaculate helped the woman into the car. After that, she tactfully removed herself from the scene and got into the car behind them. The car finally started to move. Davon and Violla were alone in the back.

The atmosphere began to tense up again. Since Davon didn't say a word, Violla didn't dare to open her mouth either. She sat primly and quietly in her seat, trying not to move much.

However, as she glanced at the platter of fruits and snacks laid out before them, she couldn't help but swallow a little.

She shot a look at him, and Davon smiled at her before carefully popping a grape into her mouth. It was nearly six in the evening, and Violla was feeling quite peckish.

Davon looked at her and slid the plate of cake toward her with an admiring expression. After that, he leaned back against his seat and promptly fell asleep.

Seeing that he was knocked out, Violla grabbed a slice of cake and stuffed it into her mouth. She was so famished that she nearly choked in her attempt to swallow it. After scarfing down the cake, she finished off with a long sip from a glass of juice.

Davon opened his eyes slightly. As he watched her wolf down the food through the reflection in the mirror, his lips curved into a devilish smile.