YOKED TO A BILLIONAIRE BY VENNEH LISAH

𝐘𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄

"Stop it, do you think I am a pig?" Violla panicked. During that period of time she was with Davon, there was almost no restraint in that aspect, and she did not have the presence of mind to adopt any method of birth control. Now that she thought about it, her period for that month should have been ten days ago.

'Could it be a real hit? Please, don't.'

She had been injected with poison and was now in a very precarious position. If she got pregnant now, she would certainly lose the child.

"That'll be wonderful! Ryan, Jason and Eliana will definitely be very happy." Davon looked forward to it. "If grandpa knows, he will be extremely happy and won't try to stop me from marrying you ever again!"

"Do you Romans treat me as a baby-making machine?" Violla became angry all of a sudden. Irritated, she said, "You just care about the fun and joy of playing with the babies. Do you know how dangerous it is to have a child, and how painful it is?"

Davon was speechless for a while. Then he frowned, saying, "Why are you suddenly so angry for no reason?"

"What do you mean for no reason?" Violla choked. "When I gave birth to Ryan, Jason and Eliana, I lost so much blood that I nearly died. Did you even know that?"

"You don't know anything. You got three healthy and lively children all at once. Do you know how we have survived all these years?"

"I was pregnant with the triplets and my belly was swelling like a balloon that was about to explode. I couldn't eat or sleep well every day. I struggled when I walked. When the children were born, they weighed less than five pounds which were considered low birth weight and they almost died."

At that point, Violla burst into tears. "Especially Eliana, she went into a state of shock several times and the doctor said that she could not survive. But fortunately, she was a tough cookie and she made it."

"That is why Mrs. Blake and I are more protective of her because she has been in such poor health since birth and she is especially prone to get sick. She fell seriously ill when she was one year old and she almost lost her life."

"I had to sell the sapphire necklace that my daddy left for me just to get money to treat her."

"Okay, okay, I understand now." Davon felt very guilty when he heard those words, and attempted to comfort her, "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."

"You are right. When I met them, they were all over three years old. They were healthy, lively, smart and cute but I forgot what you have to go through to raise them all these years. I will be more careful in the future. If you don't want children, I will take preventive measures." Davon was being rather cautious like a kid who had made mistakes.

Seeing him that way, Violla felt bad for him. She stretched out her arms and embraced him. "I'm sorry. Lately, my emotions have been unstable. I keep taking it out on you."

"I can understand that." Davon stroked her hair. "But it's really scary. Please don't get angry, okay? It's not good for you. Just talk to me on whatever it might be, okay?"

"Yeah." Violla nodded repeatedly. Suddenly, she recalled something. "I want to go back to the village for a few days."

"What?" Davon frowned, "Why would you want to go back to the village all of a sudden."

"It will be my father's death anniversary In a few days' time. I want to pay respect to him and stop by our old home." Violla made an excuse. "My father always worried about the important events in my life. Since you are going to marry me, I must go and tell him."

"Alright then." Davon was convinced. "I'll go with you."

"No, I'll be fine going with Mrs. Blake," Violla said. "You stay here and take care of the kids. You can make use of this opportunity to bond with them. Furthermore, you can discuss things with grandpa and iron out all the misunderstandings when I am away. I should be back when you've settled all the issues with him. I think he should be discharged from the hospital by then."

"Grandpa will be discharged in a month at the earliest." Davon frowned deeply. "You can't go off for a month."

"It won't take that long." Violla was well aware that he would not let her leave for a month, so she settled for less to appease him. "It'll take two weeks at most. We'll see how it goes then."

"Two weeks is too long." Davon had grown accustomed to having her by his side.

"We'll cross the bridge when we come to it. I'll try my best to return soon," Violla coaxed. "The children would be waiting for me at home. I can't possibly stay away from them for so long."

Davon conceded, convinced by her reasoning. 'Even if she could bear being separated from me, she would miss the children.'

"I'll have Cruze take care of it. It's time to sleep now," Davon said as he tucked her in.

Violla let out a satisfied hum and buried herself in Davon's embrace like an adorable kitten.

Caressing her hair, Davon planted a kiss on Violla's forehead and drifted off with his arms around her.

Violla barely got any rest for the first half of the night. So, when sleep eventually came for her, she was knocked out cold, slipping into a slumber so deep that she did not notice when Davon left.

Violla woke up to an empty room. She stretched lazily before heading to the bathroom to wash up.

She found nothing amiss when she stared at her reflection as if everything that happened the night before was no more than a dream.

She gave herself a once-over. As expected, there was nothing unusual apart from the fact that her period was late.

Anxiety brewed within Violla at that realization, but she quickly dismissed the intrusive thought. Maybe the poison is the cause of my delayed period.

A knock on the door snapped her back to reality. Mrs. Blake's voice rang from the other side. "Miss, are you awake?"

"Yes," Violla responded. "Come in, Mrs. Blake."

Mrs. Blake had brought her breakfast. "How are you feeling? Does it still hurt?" Mrs. Blake asked, her tone tinged with concern.

"I'm fine now." Violla exited the bathroom, rubbing her hands with lotion as she walked out. "The pain comes in pangs; it'll go away on its own after a while. No marks are left after each episode, almost as if it never happened at all."

Mrs. Blake glanced at the door and whispered, "I think you should see Dr. Felix."

"Yes, I'll give Mr. Jude a call right now."

Violla shut the door and dialed Jude's number.

Jude was delighted to hear from her. He ecstatically reported that the two factories had assembled enough workforce to start work soon.

Violla was glad to receive the good news. She then requested Jude to help her seek out Dr. Felix. "Are you sick?" He asked.

"No…" Violla was reluctant to disclose her illness. "It's Mrs. Blake. She's been getting treatments at the hospital, but her condition isn't improving, and it's rather worrying. Dr. Felix came to mind all of a sudden, so I was hoping that he could help Mrs. Blake out."

"Oh, I see! Alright, I'll be right on it," Jude assured.

"Try to be discreet about it; I don't want too many people finding out. If it's not too much trouble, I hope to hear from you as soon as possible," Violla urged.

"Don't worry, I know what to do."

"Thank you!" After ending the call, Mrs. Blake helped Violla to a chair. "Have some breakfast. It's already nine now. You shouldn't leave your stomach empty for so long."

Violla had no appetite for food and only took a few sips of milk. "I talked to Davon last night. I think it's best if we leave sooner. That way, I can visit other doctors while I wait for Dr. Felix."

"Alright, I'll prepare your luggage right now." While Mrs. Blake was packing up Violla's belongings, she heard a knock on the main door. The head maid was at the door as she announced, "Miss Milan your evening gowns have arrived."

"Evening gowns?" Violla echoed, perplexed. '' I didn't buy any evening gowns.''

Mrs. Blake opened the door to reveal the head maid standing at the entrance with two designers in tow. Behind them were several design assistants, each of them carrying trunks filled with clothes.

The designer greeted Violla politely, "Good morning, Miss Milan .Mr. Roman placed a custom order for these gowns and jewelry. Please check if it's satisfactory."

A glance was all it took for Violla to recognize the head designer for one of the best companies.

"Mr. Roman has ordered three designer gowns along with three sets of matching accessories and shoes. These gowns are meant to be worn at the wedding." The designer continued with a cordial smile, "May I show you the pieces?"

"Of course," Violla replied with a mirroring smile. "Mrs, please bring them to the dressing room. I'll be there shortly."

"Yes, Miss." The head maid escorted the small group to Violla's personal dressing room.

The dressing room was previously a guestroom, but Davon had it remodeled into a large dressing room for Violla. It had an alcove specially designed to keep her jewelry, and a platform was placed at the center of the room.

"I thought you were going back to your hometown. Why did he order these gowns?" Mrs. Blake voiced her confusion.

"I have no idea too." Violla's eyebrows knitted together as she wondered out loud, "She mentioned that those are wedding-appropriate dresses, but I don't have any upcoming weddings to attend."

As she mulled over it, her phone rang with an incoming call from Davon. "Have the dresses arrived?"

"Yes," Violla answered. "Why did you make a custom order for evening gowns out of the blue? And whose wedding are we attending?"

"Franklin and

Barbra's," Davon replied simply.

Violla was stunned. "Since when did I agree to attend their wedding?"

"Can't you keep me company?" Davon cajoled, his voice gentle.

"You're planning to show up?" Violla was even more dumbfounded. "The high-and-mighty, arrogant Davon Roman is going to attend his nemesis' wedding?"

"They're not worthy of being my nemesis," Davon commented nonchalantly. "But you are on the right track. My actual nemesis will be at the wedding, which is why I have to go."

His reply piqued Violla's curiosity. "You actually have a nemesis? Who is it?"

"I'll tell you when I get back later." Davon replied.

Violla could hear the chatter of shareholders in the background. "Attend tomorrow's wedding with me before going back to your hometown," Davon implored.

"Alright." Violla had no choice but to agree. "Get back to work. We can talk about this when you get back."

"Alright." After hanging up, Violla turned to tell Mrs. Blake, "There's no need to pack my things for now. I have a wedding to attend tomorrow before leaving."

"Who's getting married?" Mrs. Blake asked curiously.

" Franklin and Barbra," Violla said with a frown. "Seems like their wedding date has moved forward. They must be getting impatient."

Mrs. Blake heaved a sigh. "Mr. Stanley used to be a good person. How did he end up like this?"

"Change is inevitable in life." Violla smiled ruefully. "I'll try on the clothes now. You can take a rest."

"Alright."

When Violla entered the dressing room, the designers had hung the clothes and were waiting for her.

Violla tried on the three gowns, all of which were gorgeous. In the end, she chose a white mermaid-tail dress that flattered her figure. A pearl necklace and matching earrings completed the look. Though simple, the gown accentuated Violla's inherent elegance and purity.

The designers and their assistants showered her with praises. The head maid, together with a few maids, were all in awe of her ravishing beauty.

Violla smiled gently as she thanked the designers and prepared to change into her everyday clothes.

At that moment, a designer pulled out a laptop and asked her to pick out a wedding dress. A broad grin split her face as she informed Violla, "Mr. Roman made a specific request for your wedding gown to be designed by our boss himself."

"He will jet in next week to discuss the wedding gown design with you. Please pick out a few gowns to your liking so our boss can gauge your preferences. We'll also need to take your children's measurements as our boss will also personally design their formal attire."

The influx of information left Violla stupefied. 'Davon ordered a custom-made wedding dress? He's also planning to have the kids' clothes tailor-made. Is he starting to plan for our wedding?'

"I heard Mr. Roman instruct someone to contact a renowned jeweler this morning. He's planning to have your wedding jewelry and diamond ring custom-made as well!" The head maid disclosed with barely suppressed excitement. "We'll be having a wedding soon!"

"That's great!" The maids clapped enthusiastically.

The corners of Violla's lips twitched, but she failed to force a full smile.

The designers waited for the children to reach home and took their measurements.The triplets were intrigued.

Eliana stood on the platform with her stubby arms outstretched so the designer could wrap the measuring tape around her. Genuinely baffled, she questioned, "Miss, why are you making me new clothes? We have a lot of new clothes already."

The designer chuckled and responded, "Your daddy and mommy are getting married! You're one of the main characters and also the flower girl. That's why you need new clothes!"

"Daddy and mommy are getting married? Really?" Ryan was thrilled. A bright smile bloomed on his handsome face. "When are they getting married? Why don't I know about this?"

"It should happen soon. We're here today to help your mommy design a wedding dress."

"That's amazing!" Jason almost leaped in excitement.

"Ryan, Jason, what does that mean?" Eliana stared at her brothers with her head cocked to a side, her face earnest. She was still young and had not grasped the concept of marriage.

"Getting married means that daddy and mummy will become legal partners. They'll be together forever and never be separated," Ryan replied solemnly.

"That's great!" Eliana clapped her chubby hands with glee. "Then we will all be together forever! Nothing will separate us!"

"That's right." Ryan nodded in approval.

"Yay! I'm so happy!" The children's cheers filled the room, making the atmosphere light and joyful. Their happiness was so contagious that the designers and maids felt happy for them.

Violla glimpsed the children's bright expressions when she walked past the room. A myriad of conflicting emotions churned within her. 'I should feel happy as well, but...'

"What's all this excitement about?" A familiar voice interrupted her thoughts.

Violla whipped around to see Davon walking past the spiral staircase. He unbuttoned his suit jacket as he approached her.

"Why are you back so early today?" Violla was surprised to see him. "It's not five yet."

"I came back to get you guys." Davon glanced at his watched and instructed, "Go change your clothes. I'm taking everyone out for dinner."

"Now?" Violla asked, taken aback.

"Yes. Will half an hour be enough for you to get dressed?" Davon stroked her hair lovingly.

"Yes." Violla stood on her tiptoes to peck his lips before rushing back to their room to prepare.

Davon watched her adorable figure dart into the room. An amused smile played on his lips.

"Daddy's back!"

"Daddy!" The children swarmed towards their father when they noticed him standing by the door.

Davon bent down and spread his arms out wide, engulfing all three kids in a hug. He kissed their foreheads and asked, "How was it? Have you had your measurements taken?"

"Yes!" The triplets answered in unison.

"Daddy, are you and mommy really getting married?" Ryan desperately needed confirmation. Flecks of light shone in his clear eyes as he stared up at his father.

"Yes." Davon smiled and nodded.

"That's great! Yay!" His reply sent the children into another round of celebration.

"I want to be the flower girl! I want to wear a pretty dress…" Eliana's arm shot up as she declared eagerly, "I want to stand in the middle!"

"I'm the second child, so I should be in the middle!" Jason argued, fretting about the loss of his center spot. "Eliana, you're the youngest; you should be the last."

"I don't want to!" Eliana stamped her foot in indignation. Her small face was flushed scarlet. "I'm a girl, so I have to stand in between you two! I'll only look pretty that way."

"Eliana"

"Jason," Ryan hurriedly interjected and spread his arms out to keep his siblings apart. "We'll walk side-by-side! No one will be in front or at the back, and Eliana can be in the middle!"

"Walk side-by-side?" Jason repeated. He contemplated for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Alright. You can be in the middle, Eliana," he offered generously.

"Thank you, Jason." Eliana beamed at her brother, her chubby face filled with unbridled joy. "Then I want to hold the ring!"

"No, I should be the ring bearer!" Eliana's enthusiasm for the wedding sparked yet another argument with Jason. "I already gave up the center for you. How could you."

"I want to hold the ring!" Eliana started to become frantic. Tears brimmed in her doe-like eyes.

"Eliana, you'll look prettier holding a flower bouquet," Ryan, ever the mediator of the three, quickly placated his sister. "The flowers are for mommy. You'll look beautiful holding them!"