YOKED TO A BILLIONAIRE BY VENNEH LISAH

Violla closed the door and put on the white-laced dress the woman passed her without further ado.

Although the woman wasn't a match for Violla in terms of figures, they were of the same height. Therefore, Violla could easily put on the dress.

However, the initially simple-looking dress morphed into an elegant-looking gown as soon as Violla put it on.

To prevent others from recognizing her, Violla found a piece of white-laced cloth and made it into a face veil to go along with the dress. Her glistering eyes were the only facial feature that was visible to the public.

"That's a brilliant idea! I don't think they can tell the difference now!" The woman exclaimed in excitement.

"I want you to stay here and wait for me, okay? I'll return to you once I'm done with the performance." Violla urged the injured woman to take care of herself and handed over the purse she had to her. "Please take care of these on my behalf."

"Okay!" The woman nodded vigorously because she was thrilled. "Miss, what's your name? I'm a student at the City Music Academy. My name is Olympia."

"My name is Violla." As Violla introduced herself, they heard the sound of someone knocking on the door. A few seconds later, the Madam's deadpan voice could be heard. "Why have you locked the door, Olympia? Are you sure you're giving up on such a rare opportunity?"

Olympia got anxious all of a sudden. She whispered and asked, "What should we do?"

"It's fine! Let's play her!" Violla stuffed the first-aid kit behind the partition and told Olympia to stay put until her return. Then, she proceeded to leave with the sheet music.

"What the heck are you up to?" When the madam saw Violla, she thought the woman in front of her was Olympia. "What's going on with the face veil? What about your hand?"

When she lowered her gaze to check on the performer's wounds, she noticed the woman in front of her wasn't injured at all. However, she had a huge scab on the back of her left hand.

"Y-You…" the madam was confused.

"I'll be heading over to the stage now." Violla strode over to the banquet hall before the woman could grasp the situation.

The fierce-looking woman went after her and yelled, "W-Who are you? You better don't mess up the performance!"

Immediately after the violinists' performance, Violla walked up the stage with the sheet music.

"H-Hey!" the woman was about to stop Violla, but she couldn't make it in time because the spotlight was switched on once again. She left the stage and stomped her feet nervously in fear of things getting to the point of no return.

After Violla bowed at the crowd, she took her seat and started running her fingers across the piano, playing a classic piano piece.

The guests of the banquet were impressed by the classic piece and turned around to check on the talented pianist on the stage.

Every note of the legato music was woven with such beauty as she ran her fingers lightly over the keys, bestowing the classical piece another chance to shine.

The guests of the banquet were big shots of the upper echelon. As they spent most of their time listening to the performance of world-class pianists, they could easily tell the good from the bad.

Initially, they thought they wouldn't be surprised since the banquet had invited a bunch of students from several institutions to perform on stage. However, they were thrilled by the pleasant surprise of the world-grade performance that came out of the blue.

One of the guests approached the madam and asked, "May I know the name of the pianist who's performing? Her performance is marvelous!"

The woman was dumbstruck for a few seconds. Shortly after she returned to her senses, she inquired, "E-Er… S-She's a student from a local institution… What do you think of her performance?"

"It's amazing! To be frank, this is a world-class performance!" The guest couldn't help but exclaim because he was utterly overwhelmed.

"Huh? Are you serious?" the woman was no expert because she could barely play a musical instrument,she was just a chaperone. Therefore, she was shocked when she received positive feedback from the guest. She glanced at the guests in the hall and noticed no one was in a conversation anymore,they couldn't move their eyes away from the pianist that was on the stage.

She heaved a sigh of relief and felt as though a boulder had been lifted off her shoulders. A few seconds later, she grinned because things turned out to be fine.

'I don't care who she is as long as the show goes on smoothly!'

Meanwhile, Olympia, who was at the back of the hall, stopped frowning and started bandaging her wounded palm when she heard the melodic tune being played.

In the center of the banquet hall, Davon who was surrounded by all sorts of people, turned around and looked in the direction of the stage.

He found the pianist on the stage to be familiar, especially her remarkable skills and glistering pair of eyes.

Davon couldn't help but recall his encounter with a masked Violla back when he was in Bar DWF.

As he spotted the scab that was on the back of the pianist's left hand, he knew the woman on the stage was Violla because Laura once stepped on the her hand some time ago.

The melodic tune of the piano echoed in the spacious hall. The guests felt as though they were on cloud nine as the music guided them to a trip down memory lane, back to their carefree days.

The guests in the hall paused and indulged themselves, listening to the euphonic tune produced by the skillful pianist. The performance, which was never meant to be the highlight of the banquet, grabbed the attention of the guests as though they were there for an exclusive performance of a renowned pianist.

On the other end of the hall, another pair of glistening, aqua blue eyes could be seen staring at Violla affectionately. The man seemed to be surprised and delighted at the same time.

Soon, loud applause erupted in the banquet hall after the first piece ended.

Violla got up from the seat and bowed at the audience before continuing with the second piece.

The euphonic tune of the piece gave off the impression of a deeply in love lady dancing ballet by the lake while waiting for the arrival of her loved one.

As Violla reached the climax of the piece, the guests started swaying rhythmically along with the euphonic tune, smiling because they had a great time enjoying the music.

Davon, who was known for being an indifferent man, had his lips curved upwards, forming a gentle smile.

Previously, when he was in the bar, he didn't have the chance to enjoy the show. He noticed the woman he deemed ignorant wasn't a complete fool—at least she was a skillful pianist.

"I don't get it! What's so great about it? She's but an undergraduate from a local music institution! The tune irks me so much!" Laura murmured while she was by Davon's side.

"There are only a few on this planet that possess such top-notch skills, yet you're considering this to be irritating? I guess you're the one who can't grasp the concept behind the music!" Davon remarked sarcastically with a contemptuous look.

"N-No, Davon… I-I..." Laura started.

"Hush" Davon stopped Laura because he didn't want her to ruin the blissful moment anymore. Laura had no choice but to keep her mouth shut tight as instructed, but she felt frustrated deep down.

Meanwhile, Violla continued playing the third piece after the second piece. Halfway through the prelude of the piece, Violla got nervous because she noticed the sheet music had been torn in half.

Although she used to play this particular piece, she could barely recall the notes because it had been four years since she last played the Grand piano.She had long forgotten the notes and couldn't recall the notes after the prelude.

'Oh, boy! What should I do?' She managed to pull it through the prelude, but the sheet music for the postlude was nowhere to be seen. Eventually, she braced herself and started playing according to the tune she had in her mind.

Soon, she noticed something was wrong.Albeit faintly, the audience could detect the error because the current piece was nothing similar to the previous two flawless pieces. The guests who had been indulging themselves started frowning in irritation and started whispering to one another.

Violla couldn't keep her cool anymore, but when she wondered if she should stop, a pair of slender hands showed up and started playing the piano by her side.

The man was on par with Violla in terms of skills. Apart from that, he was familiar with the sheet music of the particular piece and didn't have to refer to the sheet music to recite the piece.Violla soon regained the pace under the mysterious man's guidance.

The duo started playing the piano together, waltzing their finger through the keys as though they had known each other for a long time.

She was glad things turned out to be fine, but when she raised her head and looked at the man by her side, she was shocked.

The man was a handsome lad with ethereal facial features, including porcelain-like skin and a pair of aqua blue, glistering eyes.

He emanated a majestic presence, behaving as though he was the prince of a kingdom who had just made his way into the mundane world out of ancient mythology.

The man turned around and beamed with pleasure, causing Violla's heart to skip a beat.As she started spacing out, the man gestured her focus on the keys with his chin.She finally returned to her senses and focused intently on playing the piano.

Once again, the crowd started applauding the duo for the fantastic performance.In the meantime, Davon winced at the man's presence. He stared at the duo on the stage with a frown.

Laura craned over and whispered, "Davon, is that…"

"Shut up Laura!" Davon growled and Laura felt silent.Davon walked away. He had just seen his greatest rival.

Meanwhile, the duo finally finished performing the final piece. Violla got up from her seat and bowed at the audience. She turned around in an attempt to express her gratitude towards the mysterious man, but he was nowhere to be found.

She felt dejected, but she couldn't care less about it. Immediately after the performance, she returned to the lounge for Olympia in the midst of the audience's thunderous applause.

Olympia, who had been anticipating Violla at the entrance, jumped with joy and denoted, "Violla You're back! You did a great job! I heard it, and it was nothing less than awesome!"

"The last time I played a grand piano was a few years ago! Let's put that aside and get changed immediately!" Violla suggested with a bright grin.

"Oh! Yes!" Olympia took Violla to the partition and helped her to get dressed.

Someone knocked on the door. They heard the madam's gentle voice a few seconds later. "Olympia, there a few guests that wish to talk to you. Hurry up and join me after you get changed."

The music madam was no longer the mean and cruel self after the performance.

Olympia panicked and whispered, inquiring Violla's opinion regarding her next best course of action. "What should I do?"

Violla removed her white-laced dress and suggested, "Since she's looking for you, you should join her. After you get yourself changed, put on the face veil and pretend as though you were the one who performed on stage."

"Huh? That doesn't sound like a great idea because I'll have to impersonate you!" Olympia had her doubts, but Violla assured her everything would be fine.

"Haven't I been impersonating you ever since half an hour ago?" Violla beamed her reply. After she got herself changed, she took her purse and walked out of the room.

Olympia got in Violla's way and stopped her. "Violla! Can I have your contact number? I'll definitely return the favor in the near future!"

"Sure." Violla departed right after she gave Olympia her contact number.

She craned her head to check the surroundings outside of the lounge. Once she ensured no one was around, she let out a sigh of relief. Violla had put on the exposing milky white evening gown again. The innocent and elegant-looking pianist was nowhere to be seen anymore.

"Violla!" A familiar voice could be heard out of the blue. When she turned around, she noticed Martin was right behind her.

"Martin? What are you doing here?" Violla tiptoed to make sure there wasn't anyone else behind him,she was afraid of being exposed by others.

Martin dashed over in her direction and said, "I'm here because I have something to tell you…"

"What is it about?" Violla took a step back and put some distance between them.

"Follow me, Violla!" Martin took her into another empty room and locked the door.

"Why have you brought me here? What are we supposed to do if others see us…"

"Who are you talking about? Davon?" Martin asked with a frown and started scrutinizing Violla's exposing outfit. "Was he the one who forced you to put on this disgusting dress?"

"You should stop poking your nose into my business! If you'll excuse me...." Violla tried to push him away because he was in her way again.

"Why do you want to go out? What sort of business do you have with the guests out there?" Martin pushed her and pinned her to the couch, supporting himself with his straightened arms while he was on top of Violla, just like Davon would every time he got her to spend a night with him.

In spite of the similarities between the two men, Martin wasn't as domineering as Davon.

"Martin, what do you want?" Violla was shocked because she was never aware Martin had such an aggressive side.

Martin got worked up all of a sudden. He yelled, "Violla, I respect your decision, but I couldn't bear to leave you alone anymore! I don't get it! Why are you at his mercy? Does he have something that can threaten you? Why don't you tell me about it? I'll deal with him on behalf of you!"

"N-No…" Violla was at a loss for better words to explain her current situation.

"If that's the case, what's the reason behind it? Look at your dress! I-It's…" Martin clenched his fist while grabbing the train of her evening gown.

He couldn't bear to blurt out the humiliating remark he had in his mind. "You're not who you used to be anymore…"

"I know what I'm doing, Martin. Don't worry about me, okay?" Violla whispered and assured Martin. "I'll regain my freedom soon."

Before she could tell him the plan she had in mind, Laura's voice could be heard outside of the room.

"Davon, I am a bit exhausted. Can we get some rest in the room? Do you mind keeping me company?"

"I have something else to tend to! I got to find my woman." Was Davon's cold reply.

"Ten minutes! No! Five minutes! Wait! Three minutes! Three minutes is all it takes! Please?" Laura pleaded.

"Fine. I'll spare you three minutes." Davon gave in to Laura's demand, he opened the door and walked into the room.

Violla tried to push Martin away from her, but it was too late,the duo that was at the entrance had caught them red-handed.

Laura and Davon paused due to Martin and Violla's odd position. Martin had his arms straightened on the couch while he was on top of Violla. Her exposing and messed-up gown caused others to misperceive they were in the middle of an intimate session.

The moment Davon opened the door, a gentle breeze whizzed into the room, causing Violla's already exposing dress to billow, exposing her inner thighs and her busty figure.

The air went dead silent as things had gotten unexpectedly awkward between the parties that were present.

Violla could feel the murderous intent through the glint in Davon's eyes, although they were a few feet away.

Her heart sank because she thought the furious man would kill her for real. Immediately, she sat upright and adjusted her wrinkled gown.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to get in your way! We had no idea this room was occupied, but please pay no heed to us and go on with the session that has been started!" When things seemed to have settled down, Laura broke the silence and stirred things up between them once more.

Literally, Violla could feel Davon's wrath because it was written all over his puckered face.

Laura grinned and suggested, "Davon, let's go and leave them alone! We should stop getting in their way!"

Davon shrugged Laura off and made his way into the room.

Violla felt as if a cannibal was on his way to her. She got up from the couch but staggered due to the height of her pair of heels.

"Careful!" She almost fell, but Martin stopped her and supported her in the nick of time.

"W-We… I-I…" Violla stuttered after she moved away from Martin.

"Hey, we're merely having a talk, okay? Stop misunderstanding Violla!" Albeit reluctantly, Martin explained the reason they were in the room when he spotted the nervous look on Violla and he felt bad for her.

Davon glared at Violla and ran his fingers through the silky-smooth gown of hers. "Really? You're telling me she's merely having a talk with you when she's dressed up as such?"

"This gown…" Violla was about to rebuke Davon's rhetorical question, yet , Laura sashayed her way into the room and chimed in, "Why can't you have a talk with her at the banquet hall? What sort of confidential conversation is it for you to have it in such a confined space?"

Once she reached the trio' side, she wondered out loud, "Are you sure both of you are merely here for a conversation?"

Violla glared at Laura and confronted, "Aren't you the one who has prepared this freaking gown?"

Although she wanted to play along with the vicious scheme of Laura, she didn't want to get Martin involved.

"Indeed! But have I forced you to put it on? Why didn't you turn me down when you had the chance to do so?" Laura responded with a contemptuous look and shifted the blame to Violla.

"Y-You—"

Davon stopped Violla and squeezed her cheek with his gigantic palm. "She's right! You should stop blaming others when you're the one who's filthy deep down!"

Her eyes widened in shock because she didn't expect such a harsh remark from him.

'I'm a filthy woman? How dare he sees me as a filthy woman when he's the one who refuses to leave me alone?'

"Move away from her!" Martin reached over in an attempt to push Davon away from Violla, yet the moment he inched over, he was punched in the face and fell to the ground as a result.

"A-Argh—M-Martin—" Violla screeched and tried to rush over to Martin's side, but Davon wouldn't unfasten his grip.

In fact, she thought her face would be cracked by the man's powerful grip should he refuse to move away from her soon.

The infuriated Violla retaliated against Davon and demanded, "Let go of me!"

Due to the intense punch, blood gushed out of Martin's nostrils and streamed all the way down to his neck.

Molly and Laura's faces turned pale because they were horrified by Davon's reaction. They stood aside in silence, afraid of offending the furious man further.

Cruze who had been on the lookout at the entrance, closed the door and made his way into the room.

"Davon, have you lost your mind? Come at me with everything you have if you're holding a grudge against me! Why the hell do you have to beat him up?" Violla yelled hysterically.

Davon lunged her over and directed a question at her when she was right in front of his face. "Are you heartbroken because of him? Have you forgotten the things you promised me, you are my woman. Mine ,mine Violla Milan. You belong to me. And not to Martin,or that stupid man you played the piano with. You belong to me. Davon f*cking Roman ." He snarled.