YOKED TO A BILLIONAIRE BY VENNEH LISAH

𝐘𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄:

Even after investigating extensively on anyone and everyone who might have a grudge against Violla, Davon still found no useful leads.

Barbra was already in jail, and Franklin was still stuck in his hellhole of begging people to help him with the cases filed against him, so there was no possibility of him leaving the country and going all the way to Gotham city just to harm Violla.

As for Laura, there were no records of her traveling abroad. In fact, there was also evidence to prove that she had been busy dealing with the projects in the City.

With everyone crossed out from his list of suspects, Davon could only start investigating once more from scratch.

Getting informed that Davon had considered her as a suspect, Laura almost had a heart attack. At the same time, she simply could not wrap her head around why the person who had rescued Violla back then not only let her off alive but also kept her actions a secret.

If it weren't for that mysterious man, her evil deeds would already have been exposed.

'Oh, gosh. Anyways, I'm safe for the time being.' The gunshot on Laura's right wrist had disabled her.Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

With Violla nowhere to be found, Davon was still at a loss of what to do.

The kids at home were also in distress. At first, they kept on asking about where their parents had gone. D'barl told them that Violla had been found after the explosion and was taken out of the nation for proper treatment,that she had suffered from severe burns. Eventually, they began crying day after day, and D'barl finally told them that their mother had succumbed to the burns.

News of their dear mother's death was simply too much to bear for children of that age, and the three little ones sank into despair.

Jason's face turned a sickly red as he cried, "That cannot be! Mommy is fine! Why would she die like that? You're lying! Liars!"

"I don't care! Mommy isn't dead. Mommy isn't dead." Eliana looked up at D'barl, panting with difficulty as she cried, "I want Mommy! I want Mommy…"

"Something must be amiss!" Ryan was trembling uncontrollably from the overwhelming grief and disbelief he was feeling. "On the day of the explosion,you told us that mommy had been taken away, saying that you're going to treat her third degree burns, but you wouldn't even let us visit her afterward! Did you send Mommy far away? Where did you send her? Did you do it on purpose because you think that she doesn't deserve to marry daddy? Did you?"

D'barl felt his heart throb as he watched his precious great-grandchildren bawl their eyes out. He had thought that he was ready to face the aftermath of his actions, but now that he saw the kids in that state, he could not help but feel guilty.

However, he knew that he needed to get himself together and explain to the kids personally. "I'm not against their marriage, and I don't despise your mother for her family background. However, she was really burned and we had to send her away so she could be treated. We just didn't expect her to die."

"I don't believe it. It's not like that. It can't be!" Ryan cried, shaking his head. "Mommy isn't dead! You guys are liars! Liars! I'm going to find Mommy now…"

As Ryan yelled those words, he sprinted out of the room.

Jason and Eliana followed behind him.

"Ryan…"

"Young sir Ryan!" The bodyguards and the maids promptly chased after them.

"Hurry! Don't let them hurt themselves!" D'barl had his heart in his throat.

"Understood!" Douglas went after them with his subordinates too. However, they came to an abrupt halt at the gates of the house.

Davon had returned after three whole months. As he emerged from his car, he looked disheveled and burnt out.

A beard had grown out on his face, while his hair was unkempt and long. It seemed as if he had not slept for ages; his skin darkened, and the whites of his eyes were strewn with blood vessels.

When the three little ones saw him, they were stunned for a second before they rushed over to hug his leg.

"Daddy! great-grandpa says that Mommy is dead. I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

"Daddy, take us to Mommy! I want Mommy!"

"Daddy, Mommy isn't dead, is she? Mommy is fine and well, right?"

"You're right." Davon bent down to wipe the tears and mucus off the children's faces. "Your mother isn't dead. She's alive. It's just that she has lost her way. I'm trying my best to find her. She'll come back someday!"

Davon choked on his last sentence. He quickly pulled his children into a tight embrace to hide the tears welling up in his eyes.

The sight of his grandson hugging his great-grandchildren was heart-wrenching for D'barl to watch. He wanted to say something but was silenced by Davon's eyes that were burning with hatred.

He blinked and straightened his back. Putting on a tough front, he said, "It's good that you've returned. Don't go wandering around like that again. You're not just anyone. You're the heir to Roman Group, and you're the father to these children. You need to take responsibility for them!"

Hearing that, Davon merely remained silent and took his kids back to their rooms.

He tried his best to suppress his anger toward D'barl for the sake of his children.

After all, in the world of children that little, family was everything to them. They had just lost Mrs. Blake and their dear mother. If something were to happen to their great-grandfather too, their sorrow would only be exacerbated.

"What's with that attitude?" D'barl snarled.

"It's quite unexpected that Mr. Young Roman can behave so calmly. Let's give him some time," Douglas said with a serious expression.

"I did it… I did all of it for the sake of our family… For the kids… Was it really my fault?" D'barl asked.

That question was actually meant for himself.

He had been reflecting on his actions. 'Have I really made a mistake?'

"Well… tragedies are not uncommon in life." , Douglas sighed deeply. "It's not your fault, but I think we are definitely responsible for Miss Milan's death. We should be grateful that Mr. Young Roman didn't even mention it in front of the kids."

D'barl went quiet hearing those words.

For the past few days, he had been preparing himself mentally for a big fight with Davon when he returned. However, none of that actually happened.

And that made him all the more uneasy.

"Don't worry, Mr. Young Roman is a strong person." Douglas could tell what D'barl had on his mind. "With the three kids with him, he would pick himself up sooner or later," he said reassuringly.

"Yeah." D'barl nodded his head. As he thought about his great-grandchildren, everything seemed worth it.

"Time shall solve all these problems." Douglas began pushing D'barl toward the door.

D'barl looked up at the second floor. The lights of the master bedroom were switched off, but the study room seemed occupied.

Heaving a heavy sigh, he said, "Prepare a private jet. I'm going back to North Nation tomorrow."

"You're not staying to look after Mr. Young Roman?" Douglas raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"He's a grown man, not a boy. Why would I need to look after him? Obstacles and problems are bound to arise in life. A member of the Roman family mustn't give up so easily when facing a setback!" D'barl lamented with a frown.

"Alright, then." Douglas nodded. "What about the kids? Is it really okay to leave them with Mr. Young Roman, given his current state of mind? Can he care for them well? How about we take them to live with us in Crescent Town for a bit?"

"There's no need for that." D'barl shook his head. "Staying with the kids would help him get back on his feet sooner."

"Okay, I understand!" Then Douglas and a bodyguard helped D'barl get into the car.

"Tell Tarique Junior to come to me. I need to talk to him."

"Understood."

After putting his three children to sleep, Davon returned to his bedroom.

Though he had left home for three months, everything about Violla was still intact. Nobody dared take them away without his word.

However, his photos with Violla had disappeared.

There was not a single photo of her in the entire house, but the shadow of her and her scent seemed to linger in every corner.

He could see her blowing her hair dry by the table and turning around to talk to him with a smile. "You should go shower too!"

He could also see her walking toward him with an affectionate expression and taking his coat for him. "You're home? Are you tired from work? I've prepared the bathwater for you. Hurry up and take a bath."

Her silhouette seemed to loom around in his bedroom right before his eyes. However, as he reached out, wanting to embrace her, she instantly disappeared into a wisp of smoke, leaving his extended arm frozen in the air.

At that moment, even his heart felt icy-cold.

Staring blankly at his feet, the sorrow in his heart was unimaginable.

At the same time, at the back of his mind, there was a small but firm voice telling him that Violla was definitely still alive.

Meanwhile, in the Landiana residence in Ralphs. Leon used every connection he had and switched out team after team of doctors before finding a competent team of medical experts to attend to Violla.

After undergoing the three-month-long treatment, the poison that ensnared Violla from within was finally eliminated from her body. The only catch the poison left her was she would suffer from an excruciating headache on stormy days.

However, none of that seemed to matter at all. After all, Violla was going to start her life afresh. Leon forbade the mentioning of the Romans and anything to do with them. For her to be alive she swore to Leon that she would never mention them or have anything to do with them. She pushed everything behind her. And swore revenge for herself.

' I will one day get my family back especially my children. But for now that everyone assumes I am dead. I will let them think so. For my children and Davon to have a better life,I will stay in the shadows and interact with them in the shadows. Until the time is right to get them back. And get my revenge on my enemies.' With that thought, Violla started a new way of living .

Leon had employed a team of experts to train Violla to become an all-rounded adult. They began coaching her, imparting all sorts of skills and knowledge on business management. He was determined to mold her into a proper member of the Landiana family.

𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘.

After a few years of rapid city development, the Red City had emerged as the richest city in the country with the most economic activities. Every inch of land was as valuable as gold, and real estate developers had laid their fingers on every last piece of land in the city. There was almost no land for more development.

And so, the latest project in the South Sea region had become the most desirable project ever, and investors from all over the globe were in a heated fight over it.

At the auction that day, not only were a few pieces of land in the South Sea area on sale, but the ownership over the entire South Sea area itself was also being auctioned off!

As one might have expected, many companies had sent their representatives to participate in the bidding, including the industry giant, Roman Corporation.

However, the president of Roman Corporation, Davon, had been kept a relatively low profile for the past few years, refusing to appear in the public eye most of the time, so the representatives sent out by Roman Corporation were the newly-elected vice president, Molly, and Johnson, who was one of the founders.

The atmosphere at the auction house was heated and hectic. Everyone was in a fierce competition to obtain the ultimate prize. The representatives from Roman Corporation arrived ten minutes late but still became the center of attention when they showed up.

The bid for ownership over the South Sea area had already begun. By then, the price had skyrocketed up to two hundred billion, and the investors at the scene were hesitating to list a higher price.

Only a businessman who was new to the industry, raised the price to two hundred and five billion.

At that very moment, those from Roman Corporation made their move. Under Johnson's instructions, Molly raised her paddle and announced their bid, "Two hundred and fifty billion!"

Instantly, the entire auction house went silent. Roman Corporation's bid was simply too shocking. In the previous bids, the prices only increased by five billion with each consecutive bid, and that was already rather nerve-racking in itself. Still, Molly raised the price by an outrageous forty-five billion at one go!

No one could possibly bid against her.

It was an expected outcome. After all, the Roman Group was filthy rich.

The man, who had made the previous bid, pursed his lips with a disappointed expression and glanced at the representatives from Roman Corporation before he sat back down.He knew that he was no match for them.

"Two hundred and fifty billion going once!"

"Two hundred and fifty billion going twice!"

"Two hundred and fifty billion going…"

"Three hundred billion!" All of a sudden, the crisp voice of a young lady resounded in the room, cutting off the auctioneer mid-sentence.

Everyone was stunned. Heads began turning toward the entrance of the auction house.

Eight female bodyguards in black entered the room and lined up in two neat rows, leaving a path in between.

A moment later, a mysterious-looking woman sashayed into the room.

Donning a fitted white suit with her hair tied up in a casual low ponytail, the young lady wore light, natural makeup that accentuated her sharp, gorgeous features, exuding the aura of a queen.

The young lady who had just made her flashy appearance instantly became the center of attention at the auction house.

"Oh, my god!" Molly was appalled by what she saw. Gasping in shock, she whispered, "Isn't she… Miss Milan?"

Johnson also widened his eyes in surprise, fixing his gaze on the young lady who had just entered the room without even blinking. Unable to believe what he had just seen, he rubbed his eyes and looked again.

The young lady had already walked past them and elegantly sat down in the seat beside them. The words "Landiana Corporation" were written on her paddle.

"It's the representative from Landiana Corporation!" The room buzzed with excitement. "The legendary Mr. Landiana never shows his face! So, who is this young lady?"

"Could it be his fiancée?"

"Well…"

"Miss Landiana offers three hundred billion, any other bidders?" the auctioneer exclaimed excitedly.

All eyes were fixed on the representatives of Roman Corporation. After all, only the Roman group would be capable of competing with Landiana Corporation.

Molly quickly returned to her senses and whispered into Johnson's ear, "Mr. Roman instructed us not to bid any higher than two hundred and sixty billion. Shall we consult with him?"

"Call him," Johnson replied.

"Understood." Molly immediately strode off to a corner and dialed Davon's number.

Everyone at the scene anticipated the Roman Group's next move, but the young lady from Landiana Corporation seemed rather impatient. Raising her eyebrows, she made a bold statement, "What? Are we giving them time to hold an emergency meeting?"

"Well…" The auctioneer turned to look at the organizer of the auction.

The organizer smiled awkwardly and explained, "That's not the case…" But he trailed off as he met the young lady's cold, piercing stare.

"According to the standard protocol, the longest we can wait is sixty seconds," the organizer of the auction quickly added.

The imposing young lady then did a gesture.

Immediately, the organizer gave his response, "The countdown starts now!"

"Okay." With that, a digital timer appeared on the projector screen.

Concurrently, the auctioneer announced, "Landiana Corporation offers three hundred billion. Any other bidders?"

No one in the room dared make a bid. Some even kept their paddles and made themselves comfortable in their seats as they waited to watch the final showdown.

Meanwhile, Johnson sneaked a few glances at the lady from Landiana Corporation. Her face was the same as that of Violla years ago, but the aura she exuded was completely different.

The domineering and haughty demeanor she had displayed previously could not have been done by Violla, the good-willed but clumsy girl.

'So who the hell is she?'

While Molly watched the digital timer intently, she felt increasingly nervous as each second ticked by. "Mr. Roman, please answer the phone… Please answer the phone!" She mumbled to herself.

On the other hand, the charismatic lady from Landiana Corporation simply sat on the sofa and twirled her wine glass with grace as she waited for the last thirty seconds to tick by.

Her lips were slightly curled up. "It seems like Roman Corporation isn't all too serious about bidding for this particular piece of land. So why are we still wasting time like this?" she taunted.

"Young lady, our president has been keeping a low profile for personal reasons, not because he isn't serious about business. Let us compete fairly at this auction. We'll abide by the rules, so please have patience." Johnson sounded rather cordial and calm.

"I'm not impatient." The young lady smirked, raising an eyebrow. "It's just that even if Davon Roman were here, he wouldn't be able to pay three hundred billion!"

As soon as she uttered her last sentence, the atmosphere in the room became awkward.

After all, the Roman Group had stayed on top in the industry for many years, so nobody dared to even offend them in the slightest.

Therefore, everyone was surprised when the young lady had the guts to utter really bold words.

However, it was not an entirely unthinkable turn of events since she was from the Landiana family.

The Landiana family and the Roman family were sworn rivals. Their assets and influence were comparable, so they were never afraid to compete with each other. For the past twenty years, the two families prospered peacefully without any direct confrontations, but the young lady of the Landiana family seemed keen on breaking the peace.

"Young lady, that is no way to speak!" Johnson's brows were furrowed, and he turned a little more stern. "The Roman Group…"

"Oh, you're so noisy!" The young lady was also frowning with an irritated look. "Is the time up yet?"

"Miss Landiana, there's ten more seconds," the female bodyguard reported.

On the stage, the auctioneer tried to liven up the room once more. "Landiana Corporation offers three hundred billion. Any other bidders?"

There was no response.

"If there's no other bidder, we shall just wait for Roman Corporation's response." The auctioneer turned to look at Johnson.

Johnson gave Molly a steely look.

Molly pointed at her phone with beads of sweat dripping from her forehead. Her call had not gone through yet. "Mr. Roman should be at the company at this time, but why isn't he picking up?'

"Three seconds left…" The auctioneer announced.

"Can't we wait a little longer…" Just as Molly uttered those words, Davon finally answered the call.