YOKED TO A BILLIONAIRE BY VENNEH LISAH

𝐘𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄:

This small action did not go unnoticed by Barbra. Her face clouded over, but she quickly plastered a smile onto her face and gazed at Franklin affectionately.

Violla's brows knitted together, but she dismissed it, planning to leave a while later.

Right then, she noticed a small figure standing in the corner. It was Titus.

He was wearing a smart little suit while standing beside the flower stand, quietly looking up at Franklin and Barbra on the stage with a complicated expression.

A video clip of Franklin proposing to Barbra was playing on the big screen.

In the video, Franklin was holding Barbra's hands on the beach. "Barbra, you're the woman I love most in this world, and I promise to make you happy. Marry me!"

Tears of happiness flowed down Barbra's face as she hugged Franklin tightly.

The two of them kissed passionately on the beach while their friends and relatives cheered for them by the side.

Seeing all of that, Titus suddenly spoke coldly, "You said the same thing to mommy too."

Juliet rushed over and carried him up. "Titus, why did you come out here? Didn't we agree that we'd eat in the private room together?"

"I just wanted see daddy…" Titus watched Franklin from below the stage with an unusually calm expression. "I wanted to see if he's happy."

"Your daddy is getting married. Of course, he's happy." Juliet hoisted him higher in her arms and found a place to sit down. "Promise me to be a good boy today. Don't cause any trouble, okay?"

"Okay." Titus nodded obediently.

Juliet breathed a sigh of relief. Since the boy was behaving himself, she decided not to forcibly take him away.

'He's only slightly over three years old, after all. Keeping him under lock and key for too long can lead to psychological problems one day. He should be excited to see so many guests here today. I'm sure he'll forget about his worries soon enough.'

Violla released a sad sigh when she saw Titus. She always believed that children should never be burdened with adult problems.

'It's really Titus' misfortune to have been born into such a complicated family.'

"I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!"

Franklin was leaning forward to kiss Barbra when the video clips of their happy moments froze on the screen. Subsequently, the screen went dark and the music stopped abruptly.

The romantic quality in the air vanished and was replaced by tension. The cheerful chatter also ceased as everyone turned to look at the stage, wondering what was going on.

Barbra's expression instantly darkened. Franklin quickly asked someone to deal with the issue before comforting her, "Maybe it's some kind of technical problem. It'll be fixed soon."

Barbra did not respond, but she was still wearing a grim expression.

Franklin's father hurried onto the stage to apologize for the delay, explaining that there was a technical issue backstage and that it would be fixed very soon.

Suddenly, the screen came back on along with the audio system, but the video playing on the screen was no longer the romantic one from before. Instead, it was a video of Barbra roughing up Leila.

On the screen, several bodyguards belonging to the Black family were forcing Leila into a car. Barbra slapped her continuously while gnashing her teeth.

Then, she snarled viciously, "You b*tch. Franklin doesn't want you anymore, but here you are, harassing him again and again. You even came to our banquet to make a scene. I'll be damned if I don't teach you a lesson!"

"Kill me if you have the guts, but if you don't, I'll keep harassing both you and Franklin for the rest of your lives. I'll make sure you two never have a moment of peace."

"Still acting tough, aren't you? Very well." Barbra grinned wickedly and said, "You want a man so very badly, don't you? I'll grant your wish!"

With that, she turned to her bodyguards. "All of you, serve Mrs. Stanley well. She's been denied pleasure for too long and is desperate for a man's touch!"

"Understood!" The bodyguards took off their clothes and pounced on Leila.

"No. No..." Leila released a blood-curdling scream. "Barbra, you evil b*tch! I'll haunt you even after I die. Ahh-"

Her bone-chilling screams reached every inch of the banquet hall, sending shivers down everyone's spines.

"No, no. It wasn't me…" Barbra was petrified and began screaming in panic, "No, it's not like that. Turn it off. Turn it off!"

Amid her hysterical screams, Franklin had already sprinted to the backstage and turned off the projector.

Unfortunately, it was already too late. All the guests had already seen and heard everything. Some of them even recorded it on their phones.

The jubilant and romantic wedding scene abruptly turned into a criminal trial with all the guests as witnesses.

The people in the video were clearly displayed. They were Leila, Barbra, and several of the Blacks' bodyguards.A few of them were even present.

Such a detailed and complex video was impossible to fabricate. Without a doubt, the evidence was conclusive.

Everyone was flabbergasted, including the Stanleys and the Blacks.

Violla was stupefied after watching the video. Even though she knew about it a long time ago, she never expected it to be exposed during the wedding. She stared dumbly at the stage, then shifted her gaze to Davon.

Davon lowered his head to light the cigar between his lips, then gracefully took a long drag, as though everything was within his control and was all part of his plan.

"Is this true, Barbra?" Martin stood up and confronted her, barely controlling his emotions.

As the only son and backbone of the Black family, Martin's question forced her directly into the cusp of public opinion.

"N-No. Martin, listen to me…"

"Miss Black, I suggest you remain silent." A senior judicial officer amongst the guests yelled icily, "According to my experience, the video didn't look like a fake. The media live broadcast has already uploaded the video online. I believe that the police will contact you soon."

"No. Judge, I…" Barbra attempted to explain herself.

However, the judge was having none of it. He shot to his feet and bowed to Franklin and Barbra's fathers before politely declaring, "My apologies. I'm a public official, so it's not appropriate for me to attend this wedding. Take care, everyone."

With that, the judge led his family out of the hall.

Other guests with official positions also left one after another. Some had the courtesy to bid the Blacks and the Stanleys farewell, while others did not.

In just a few short minutes, most of the guests had already left.

By then, the projector had been switched off and the romantic music resumed playing. Unfortunately, no one was willing to offer them their blessings anymore.

Rushing back, Franklin saw the dwindling number of guests and tried to persuade them from leaving.

Some of them refused to listen, storming away before he even reached them.

Some angrily scolded him, saying that he was a heartless man for committing such a heinous crime against his first wife just to associate himself with the Blacks.

Some of his relatives advised him against marrying such a vile woman, telling him to cancel the wedding and stay away from the Blacks.

Martin climbed to the stage to question Barbra again, demanding if what happened in the video was true.

Barbra denied it until the end and furiously lambasted the staff for ruining her wedding and happiness, swearing to make them pay.

The wedding had become a chaotic mess. Violla was still trapped in a daze when Davon tugged her toward the back door.

Snapping back to her senses, she was about to ask something when she suddenly spotted Titus standing in a corner, glaring at Barbra with bitter hatred gleaming in his eyes.

Under her shocked stare, he took out a pair of scissors from his schoolbag and hurtled toward the stage in a crazed manner.

"Titus!" Violla yelled, but her voice was drowned out by Barbra's angry shrieks toward the staff.

Titus' little figure streaked through the crowd and bounded onto the stage. At last, the sharp scissors pierced into Barbra's stomach. "Just die, you evil woman!"

Violla faltered in her steps and looked at the stage in horror.

Barbra was stabbed in the stomach. Her eyes had gone wide with disbelief as she glanced at Titus, then at her stomach.

Titus was only a child, after all, and his strength was limited. Hence, the scissors did not pierce too deep into her stomach.

Despite that, it was deep enough to draw blood and stain her white wedding gown with it.

Appalled, Franklin remained paralyzed to the spot, unable to react for a long time.

He probably never expected his three-and-a-half-year-old son would stab his new wife with scissors.

He thought that his son was too young to understand anything. Hence, as long as he hid everything from Titus, it would be as if nothing had happened. He would still be that perfect father his son adored and looked up to.

Little did he know that his son's sense of awareness had long since been awakened; he had observed and remembered all of his father's bad deeds. In fact, each and every one of those deeds was engraved into his heart.

"Ahhh!" A few female relatives screamed in terror.

Barbra collapsed to the ground, clutching her stomach with one hand while using the other one to fiercely grasp Titus' neck. With a terrifying look on her face, she screamed, "You bas*ard. You killed my child! I'll kill you! I'm going to kill you-"

"No!" Juliet ran forward to pull Titus behind her. "He's just a child, Barbra. Please spare him."

"Get lost!" Barbra clambered forward, still bent on strangling Titus, but Franklin bolted over to protect his son. "Stop it. Let's go to the hospital first."

"Let go of me! I wanna kill that bas*ard! I'll kill him...." Barbra went berserk, roaring as though she was possessed.

Barbra's father had someone take Barbra to the hospital by force. Then, he whipped his head back at Titus and ordered, "Take down that bas*ard!"

"Yes!"

"No…" Franklin's father stepped forward to shield his grandson. "He's just a child."

"Yet, he already tried to kill someone. Are you sure he's a child, or a demon? If you still want this marriage to stay valid, hand over that evil bas*ard!"

Violla didn't have the chance to see what happened later on as Davon had dragged her away hastily.

Only after they hopped into the car did she finally react. Calming the turmoil inside her, she glanced at him and asked, "Did you do that?"

"Yes." Davon didn't intend to hide it from her. "Why? Do you think it was wrong for me to do that?"

"No, that's not it…" Violla felt immensely conflicted and didn't know how to put what she was feeling into words.

She was well aware that the video wasn't fabricated. In fact, it was the undeniable truth. Barbra had gotten Leila assaulted, but used money and power to settle it. That was a monstrous crime to begin with, but Barbra had evaded bearing any legal consequences.

Although Davon had his own motives for releasing the video during the wedding, there was nothing wrong with what he did. At least, it ensured that a criminal would be punished by the law.

The only fault she could find in his actions was that Titus had seen the video. The traumatic experience would forever remain a burn mark on his heart.

Of course, even if he didn't see the video, he probably already knew that Barbra had harmed his mother, but seeing it with his own eyes was a different story altogether.

"The world is ruled by the law of the jungle. Even though this was a part of my scheme, I did not go against my morals or violate the law, so I see nothing wrong with what I did," Davon explained casually.

"I know." Violla chuckled wryly. "Congragulations. You succeeded in eliminating the Landianas family's loyal followers."

Indeed, since this video was leaked, Barbra would soon be brought to justice and the Stanleys wouldn't be able to have their way. As for Landiana Corporation, losing both the Stanley and the Black support was equivalent to losing a limb.

Seeing as that was Landiana Corporation's first time developing in the City, it was inevitable that their plans would be temporarily delayed without the guidance of their lapdogs.

And that short amount of time was just enough for Davon to find their weakness.

"Mr. Roman!" Clyde called out abruptly.

Davon turned to look out of the window.

A silver Maybach drove over slowly and stopped parallel to them. The car window was wound down a fraction to reveal only the top of part of the man's side profile. Then, a low voice sounded. "Well played, Mr. Roman. I'm impressed."

"You flatter me, Mr. Landiana." Davon stared at the man's side profile with a placid smile on his face. "This City can only accommodate one king. You should find yourself another territory."

"My apologies, but I've taken a liking to this particular city." The man's low and hoarse voice carried a wintry undertone. "Until then."

Thereafter, the Maybach glided away.

Violla watched the car leave and couldn't help but remark, "That man is so mysterious. I mean, he didn't show his face the whole time."

"That's just how the Landianas are. Bunch of lunatics. Starting with their grandfather Rahman and my grandpa D'barl,we have been nemesis from generation to generation. My father Dante and Akim their second generation were sworn enemies. Then there's me and Leon Rahman Landiana. Though we haven't gone against each other. It feels inevitable. It's like a curse being carried from generation to generation." Davon's tone became unpleasant mentioning the Landiana family.

" What of their women ,did they hate each other too?" Violla asked.

" No they remained friends,over the years but eventually grew apart because of distance though all our grandmother's are dead." Davon answered.

"Oh." Deciding to end that topic, Violla exclaimed, "Franklin and Barbra both had it coming. I just feel sad for the boy."

"His appearance was out of my expectation." Ever since Davon became a father, he started having a soft spot for children. He never wanted Titus to see the video. At first, he thought that Franklin would have excluded his son from his wedding by all means after committing such a crime against his first wife to marry another woman. Unexpectedly, Titus had appeared at the wedding.

It was hard to imagine a child already possessing murderous intent at such a young age.Adults committed crimes, but their children suffered the consequences.It was indeed a lamentable reality.

"I hope he's okay." Violla's brows furrowed with worry lining her features. "No matter what Titus has done, Franklin would probably still protect his son, right? But Barbra is such a ruthless person. I don't even know if Franklin can keep Titus safe."

"Don't worry. The Black's will be in deep trouble soon. When that time comes, they wouldn't have the time or energy to bother about the boy." Davon patted her hand in consolation. "I'll send you home."

"Yeah. Thank you ." Violla nodded, not allowing herself to dwell on the matter any longer.

When Davon and Violla arrived home, Mrs. Blake had already packed their suitcases and was waiting on the first floor.

Violla went back to her house to change into more comfortable clothes. She took her bag and was about to head downstairs, but Davon hugged her tightly to his chest and commanded domineeringly, "Call me every day to update your status and come back as soon as possible, preferably right after you've settled your stuff!"

"Got it." Violla rose on her tippy toes to kiss him softly. "I'll leave the kids to you. Take good care of them and yourself too."

"Got it." Davon reached out to pinch her nose lovingly. "I'll wait for you to come back."

"Mm." Both of them embraced for a while longer before reluctantly going downstairs.

The bodyguards waiting at the door helped with the suitcases. To take violla and Mrs. Blake to Uplands Estate.

Before pulling away, Violla rolled down the window and waved goodbye to Davon.

As Davon watched the car leave, he instructed Clyde, "Protect them in the shadows."

"Understood." Clyde immediately followed after them.

"Miss, I didn't bring much. We have one small suitcase each, but we can buy one later if you find that you need more ." Mrs. Blake chatted with Violla in the car. "I made a hundred hot cross bunnies and informed the head maid to heat them up for the triplets every morning."

"Aww, that's so thoughtful of you." Violla smiled and patted her hand before urging the driver, "Could you speed up a little?"

"Yes, Miss Milan."

Soon, the car arrived at Uplands Estate. Violla instructed the bodyguards to leave , then dragged her suitcase upstairs with Mrs. Blake to retrieve some relevant documents."

After that, she cast a vigilant glance at the front gates of the residential estate. Once she was certain they weren't being followed, she hailed a taxi and headed straight for the train station.

Davon was on his way to the company when he received a message from Clyde it read: Miss Milan didn't go to the cemetery. She went directly to the train station. Maybe she's taking the train back to the countryside?

"Continue tailing her and keep her safe."

"Yes, sir."

An hour later, Violla and Mrs. Blake smoothly boarded the train heading toward Phantom City.

Meanwhile, Davon received an update about it on his phone.

He was very puzzled. 'Wasn't she going back to the countryside? Mrs. Blake's hometown is in Coffee Town, so why are they going to Phantom City? What on earth is she up to? It seems like she really is hiding something from me.'