YOKED TO A BILLIONAIRE BY VENNEH LISAH

When she woke up in the morning, the man beside her was already gone.Violla was a little edgy. 'Today's an unusual day. Laura has moved in, and even D'barl is here .'

As a secret lover, she was clueless as to how she should deal with such a situation.Just as she was deep in her thoughts, Immaculate knocked on the door and came in.

Violla was about to tidy up the messy bed, but Immaculate was already entering the room with a medical trolley. Apart from that, two maids and two female paramedics were also coming in after her. Violla was extremely embarrassed, but they had long gotten used to it.

Immaculate checked on her injury and asked the maid to help her take a bath.

Violla had been longing for a bath as her body felt sweaty and sticky, which made her uncomfortable.When Violla walked into the closet, Immaculate changed her bandages.Then the maids helped her into a snuggly cotton dress.

When she came out, another maid had already cleaned the room and changed a new bedsheet.

Immaculate applied the medication for her and prepared to take her to the hospital for physiotherapy.

Seeing as such, Violla asked in a low voice, "Is D'barl and Laura still around?"

"They're having breakfast downstairs," Immaculate replied with a smile. "Don't worry, Mr. Davon is there too."

'His existence is exactly the reason why I should be worried.'

Violla was restless and agitated. 'But what can I do? I can't stay in this bedroom all day, right?'

'Besides, this relationship is the result of his constant pestering and has nothing to do with me.'

'If Old Mr Roman hits the roof seeing me around and decides to boot me out and warn Davon never to see me again, it would be a liberation for me.'

Thinking of that, Violla drew in a long breath and walked out of the room.

"Miss Milan, slow down. Let me help you." A young paramedic hurriedly held Violla in fear that she would stumble.

Treading on the spiral staircase, Violla saw the happy family in the dining room.

Laura was sparing no effort in pleasing D'barl and teasing Davon every now and then.

Davon lifted the corner of his lips slightly in response to her while reading a magazine attentively.

"Take your breakfast first and read that later." D'barl knocked softly on the table. "Laura is talking to you. Are you deaf?"

Davon had to put down the magazine and glanced at Laura. "What?"

"I was saying, shall we go for site inspection together in the afternoon?" Laura shot him a sweet smile as she replied.

"It's a jumbled mess at the site. It's better for you to stay away from that place and ask someone else to go." When Davon said that, he was eyeing Violla who was walking down the stairs.

In a white cotton dress and with her beautiful hair hanging loose over her shoulders, she looked pleasant and refreshing. The only minor imperfection was the uneasiness glowing dimly in her eyes.

Immaculate helped her over to the dining table since she seemed a little nervous.

"Violla is awake?" Laura looked up with a broad smile and called out to her graciously, "Come and have breakfast."

"Thank you. It's okay. I'm not hungry," Violla answered politely. "I..."

"There's no need for formalities here." Laura walked over and held her hand with a smile before she continued, "Davon lost his temper and hurt you last night. As your boss, he's just doing his part by taking you in temporarily and letting you recuperate here. So, don't worry. Just make yourself at home."

This decorous remark left Violla speechless.She had no idea if it was an excuse given by Davon or one that Laura came up with.

It was crystal clear to everyone what her identity was, Davon's woman but still, a righteous reason had to be offered. 'Is she trying to play dumb?'

An even more ludicrous fact was that such a poorly disguised explanation was accepted by everyone.

D'barl eyeballed Violla from head to toe and started passionately, "What's your name child?"

"Vi.... Violla!" She was noticeably nervous.

"How old are you?" It was as if D'barl was interrogating a criminal.

"Twenty-three," answered Violla softly.

"I heard that you're a secretary at Romans Corporation. Is that true?" D'barl continued questioning.

"That's right." Violla nodded.

"I've studied your resume. You haven't graduated from university and have no particular strengths." D'barl threw a pile of documents on the table, sounding all high and mighty. "With such qualifications, you're not even fit to be a janitor at Romans Corporation. How did you worm your way in?"

Violla lowered her head in apprehension and dared not make a sound.She didn't dare to tell him that it was Isaac who made an exception and recruited her. Neither was she bold enough to disclose that Isaac used to be her father's subordinate and that he only recruited her because he had some ill intentions toward her.

"I recruited her myself," Davon blurted out placidly.

"Shut up!" D'barl glowered at him ferociously. He was purple with rage.

"Fine!" Davon resorted to silence. Nevertheless,he stood up , pulled out the chair next to him and beckoned for Violla to come over and sit down next to him.

Violla took a gander at D'barl and didn't dare to sit.

Seeing as Davon was so protective of Violla, Laura was green with jealousy.

"Sit." D'barl gestured to her graciously.

It was only upon hearing it that Violla finally sat down. However, her head was lowered all the while, and she couldn't pluck up her courage to say anything.

The maid served breakfast for her together with some new tableware. In response, Violla started softly, "It's okay. I have to go."

"Did I allow you to leave?" D'barl demanded with arrogance.

Violla froze and looked up at him.

"Everyone should know their place." D'barl simply took a slice of bread from the table and threw it in front of Violla. "It's just like this slice of bread. It can only be an appetizer to tantalize your taste buds but can never be the main dish!"

"Well said." Laura was beaming with delight and turned to Violla provocatively. "Then, of course, for those impoverished at the slum, slices of bread alone can serve as the main sustenance."

Davon frowned but remained silent.

Finally, after taking in a long breath, Violla looked up at Laura and snickered, "So what do you regard yourself as? The main course on the dining table of the well-off? Isn't that just some beef steak waiting to be cut and sliced as well?"

"You…" Laura wasn't able to produce a rebuttal against Violla.

"Mr. Old Roman ," Violla turned around and looked at D'barl as she said lento and dignified, "The bread didn't even want to appear on your dining table in the first place. All it did was stay quietly in the bakery, and people who like it would naturally cherish it. But it's a shame that some people took it away forcibly and brought it here to become the appetizer. I don't think you should blame the bread. The man who insisted on bringing it here should be held liable instead."

D'barl squinted with a dangerous and shrewd glint in his eyes while he turned around to look at Violla.

"How dare you!" D'barl bellowed, "Are you implying that Davon is the one pestering you?"

"Shameless!" Laura didn't manage to retain her composure. She couldn't bear to acknowledge the fact that the man she so ardently coveted was pestering another woman.

"The thing is, I've never hounded him," Violla grabbed the chance to state her stance. "If you don't like me, you can always ask him not to find me anymore in the future."

She had had enough from Laura who made everything difficult for her, insulted and harassed her time and again.

And here comes another, Mr. Roman. 'When will this nightmare end?'

Hence, she resorted to being frank.

She had already made herself very clear, so if Davon continued to harass her, she would never have to take the blame anymore.

"Did you hear that?" D'barl stared at Davon.

"Yes." Davon nodded as he took the wine glass from the table and quaffed all the wine in it. Then, he started imperturbably, "Indeed, it was me who dominated, pestered, and controlled her. Some how I can't do without her . I lo....." he couldn't bring himself to say the word but the three terms were used consecutively. Together, they sounded rhythmic and even formed a vivid picture.

His words stunned everyone who was present.Violla goggled at him in total disbelief.

'Did I hear it correctly? He actually admitted to pestering me in front of his grandfather, Laura, and all the subordinates? Did he almost admit that he loved me?'

'Has he no sense of decency?' Violla was at a loss.

Laura was utterly baffled. She couldn't believe what she just heard.

"You…" D'barl's face darkened instantly. He clutched his chest and pointed at Davon. "Do you have any idea what you're talking about?"

"Relax, Grandpa." Sitting in his chair, Davon smiled at his grandfather. "Isn't it common for men to have seven to eight lovers outside? It's fine as long as my actual wife is someone you're pleased with. Because I am not letting go of my Violla. Forever and always till I die"

"You rascal!" D'barl was quivering with wrath.

Laura was completely speechless. At first, she thought that persuading her grandfather to convince D'barl to come would make it easier for her to take Davon down a notch and speed up their marriage. Never had she expected things to unfold this way.

Violla twitched her lips in helplessness. She thought that by saying those words, D'barl would be fumed and chuck her out as well as forbid Davon from seeing her.

And she would be able to break free from his claws.

And yet,she had underestimated the devilry within Davon.

"Grandpa, don't be upset. It is what is it. She is my woman." Davon rose from his seat and walked over to massage his grandfather's back. "You have to take care of your health and not let your emotions jeopardize it. What if anything happens to you because of that? You won't be able to meet your great grandchildren then. I am sure Violla will give you awesome great grand babies ."

Violla felt a shiver down her spine. 'D'barl mustn't know about the three children. Otherwise, he would definitely take them away.'

"You rascal..."Furious, D'barl gave Davon a heavy punch.

"Don't get angry, Grandpa. Relax." Laura got up from her seat and quickly calmed D'barl. Simultaneously, she berated Violla, "It's all because of you. Aren't you going to leave now?"

Violla came back to her senses and immediately stood up to leave. "Take care of her Immaculate." Davon instructed Immaculate. He hugged Violla and kissed her on her lips stunning everyone.

Immaculate walked over and supported her.After hopping into the car, Violla leaned back on the seat with a hopeless face.

'There goes my last hope. Does it mean I'll never be able to get rid of Davon for the rest of my life?'

"Davon is also at pains to throw off this arranged marriage which is why he's deliberately contending with Old Roman,because he loves you " said Immaculate. "At this juncture, you should maintain a united front with him."

"Me?" Violla gave her a wry smile. "I can't wait for him to marry Laura as soon as possible and let go of me."

She was speaking against her own will when she said that.It was true that she was trying to get rid of him, but seeing him getting married to Laura wasn't what she really wanted.'That woman is exceedingly depraved. She doesn't deserve him.'

"Miss Milan, Mr. Roman genuinely cares about you. He really loves you." Immaculate couldn't help lamenting, "I've never seen him treating any other woman so mindfully."

"He's just seeking novel pleasure." Violla was both mentally and physically drained. "Besides, with such brutal mindfulness, forget it."

"But..." Immaculate was going to continue when Violla's phone started ringing. It was Mrs. Blake.

She quickly picked it up, "Hello, Mrs. Blake!"

"Hello, I'm the calling from the property management office of Apartment One on uplands. The elderly in your unit passed out in the elevator. Are you a family member? Please come to Uplands Clinic opposite the neighborhood."

"Yes, I am. I'll come immediately…"

In a blue funk, Violla hurriedly said to Immaculate, "Quick, take me to uplands Clinic."

"Don't worry. We'll go there right now." Immaculate immediately told the driver to head over to the clinic.

On the way, Violla confirmed the details of the incident with the staff of the property management office. It turned out that Mrs. Blake went grocery shopping in the morning and blacked out in the elevator on her way home. The staff saw it from the surveillance camera and took her to the clinic right away.

After hurrying over to the clinic, Violla saw Mrs. Blake lying in bed and rushed to her side. "Mrs. Blake."

Due to her hasty movements, she felt a twinge in her waist, and all of a sudden, she broke into a sweat.

"Miss, are you okay?" Mrs. Blake was pale and drained of all strength, but she was still concerned about Violla as always.

"I'm fine." Violla held onto Mrs. Blake's hand and asked anxiously, "How are you feeling? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

"I'm a little dizzy. It's possibly because I didn't sleep well last night. Don't worry, when we return home later, I'll have some ginger tea, and after a good rest, I'll be fine." Mrs. Blake flipped the blanket aside, intending to get off the bed. "Let's go home, Miss."

"No, You don't really look well recently. We must get you thoroughly checked." Violla turned to Immaculate immediately. "Dr. Immaculate, sorry to trouble you again!"

"Don't worry. Let me get to it." Right away, Immaculate arranged for Mrs. Blake to be transferred to her hospital for a comprehensive health screening.

Violla went together with her to get her own waist treated as well.

Mrs. Blake reminded her repeatedly, "Miss, the children's classes will end at half-past three in the afternoon, but there's no one at home, so you must remember to go back early."

"Don't worry about it."

Mrs. Blake was wheeled into the examination room while Violla waited apprehensively outside.

A paramedic came over and asked Violla to get her wounds patched up, but she refused to leave and asserted that she would wait there for Mrs. Blake's examination result.

" Violla, a comprehensive health screening will take a long time. You'll only be waiting idly here. Let's get your waist attended to first," Immaculate persuaded her earnestly. "You have to recover speedily in order to take care of your family, and your man isn't it?"

"Alright then." Violla thought that she was right, so she left with the paramedic to treat her waist.

Lying on the bed, Violla was still a little worried, so she asked, "Dr. Immaculate, Mrs. Blake will be fine, right?"

Immaculate paused for a second before she replied euphemistically, "To be honest, Mrs. Blake is not doing well, so you have to be mentally prepared."

"What do you mean by 'not doing well'?" Violla asked anxiously, "Is there any serious issue?"

"According to the information I got from uplands Clinic, Mrs. Blake has visited them recently and mentioned about often feeling light-headed. The doctor asked her to go for a comprehensive health screening, but she said she didn't have time to and will only go when she's free. However, before she could actually go for a check-up, she fainted in the elevator. This shows that her health problems have long existed," Immaculate explained the general situation to Violla.

Listening to that, Violla felt even more terrible. "I'm to be blamed for this. I've only cared about myself and neglected Mrs. Blake. She took care of my three children all by herself and worked so hard all day every day that she didn't even have time to go see the doctor."

"Don't worry, just let her get treatment and recuperate here," Immaculate comforted her. "I'll arrange for the hospital staff to take good care of her."

"Thank you, Dr. Immaculate," Violla answered with uneasiness. "When Mrs. Blake's examination result is out, please let me know at once."

"Rest assured. Get yourself treated with peace of mind first. I'll see you later." After consoling Violla, Immaculate left to deal with her own business.

At noon, Mrs. Blake was wheeled out of the examination room and admitted to the inpatient ward.

By then, she was semi-conscious and on a drip with the back of her hand attached to a saline bag. However, rather indistinctly, she was still murmuring, "Miss, Miss…"

"Mrs. Blake, I'm here." Violla gripped her other hand tightly.

"Ryan, Jason, Eliana…" Mrs. Blake was still mumbling, "Remember to pick up the kids."

"Yes, I'll remember to." Violla was greatly touched and guilty at the same time. Even when Mrs. Blake had fallen ill, she was still preoccupied with the three children.

'I am tremendously indebted to Mrs. Blake.'

Violla looked at the time, and it was still early. She had specifically set the alarm for three o'clock in case she missed the time to pick up the children.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Immaculate came to find Violla with a stack of examination reports and brought her to an unoccupied office. Then, she announced to her that Mrs. Blake had experienced a moderate stroke.

The news came as a shock to Violla, and she almost fainted.

Immaculate was quick to hold her. "Don't worry. I'll treat her with the best treatment plan there is."

"How did it turn out this way?" The tears in Violla's eyes were overflowing. "Mrs. Blake is such a kind soul, and she's always so light-hearted and cheerful. How did she end up with this disease? She must have been overly exhausted. It's me! It's all because of me."

"Miss Milan please don't be upset. As long as it's not the terminal stage, there is still hope," Immaculate tried to calm her down. "We'll have to arrange treatment for Mrs. Blake immediately. You'd better get home and settle the children first. Leave it to me."

"Dr. Immaculate no matter how much it costs, please help me treat Mrs. Blake," Violla pleaded edgily, "I'm going back right this second to get my savings."

"Don't worry about the cost. Davon has it covered." Immaculate patted the back of her hand and reminded her, "It's getting late already. I'll get someone to send you to the kindergarten and pick up the children."

"It's okay. I can go there myself." Violla didn't want anyone working for the Romans family to get too close with the children.

She looked at the time, and it was already a quarter past three. With that, she left the hospital in haste and took a cab at the gate to return to Uplands.

The first to tenth buildings on Uplands were all high-end residences that were surrounded by the avenue, whereby outsiders were not allowed to enter. Hence, the kindergarten school bus could only drop the children down the street and wait for the parents to come and pick them up.