YOKED TO A BILLIONAIRE BY VENNEH LISAH

Violla arrived at the bar. She put on a mask, performed on stage, and won a massive round of applause again that night.The audience kept cheering and applauding, and many even gave her tips.

Violla profited much from the performance. She had only been there for three days and had already multiplied the turnover of the bar.

Fred decided to increase her appearance fee from two thousand eight hundred to three thousand starting that night. Violla was delighted, but the money was still nothing compared to a hundred million.

During the ten-minute intermission, Violla went offstage to drink some water and glanced at a particular corner. He was not there yet. She could not help feeling disappointed.

"Drew will arrive soon." Fred read her thoughts. "He will definitely appear in the second half."

"I'm not waiting for him." She denied without meaning what she said.

"Haha, don't pretend in front of me." Fred smiled. "By the way, you forgot to take your purse with you when you got off work yesterday. I had put it in the cashier's cabinet for you. Remember to take it before you leave."

"Thank you. I would've forgotten if you hadn't reminded me. I'm so forgetful." She thanked him and continued performing on stage.

Someone carried nine hundred and ninety-nine red roses onto the stage and presented them to Violla.Immediately, someone in the audience rang the bell. With a microphone, Fred announced, "Mr . Wesley has reserved the place, and it will be his treat tonight. Let's drink to our heart's content!"

"Bravo, Mr. Wesley." The guests stood up to cheer and applaud, rendering the bar's atmosphere very lively.

Violla turned around and saw Drew walking in from outside. He was dressed in trendy fashion, looking youthfully handsome and unruly.He blew a kiss at her and smiled amorously.Meanwhile, she sat on the piano bench with mixed feelings.

"He is handsome, youthful, humorous, and has an easy-going personality that many in the upper class don't have.He will be a good playmate, but it will be difficult for him to bear the responsibilities of a family.To put it bluntly, he is still a child who hasn't grown up.Can he really be a good father?" Violla thought to herself.

" Women are born with motherly instincts, and many women, no matter how fragile and squeamish they were before, can quickly serve the role as soon as they become a mother. That is natural.However, men can rarely do it." Violla continued thinking.

"Got what you want?" Fred had a beer in hand and approached Drew while glancing at the stage and smiling naughtily.

"I'm serious this time." Drew looked at Violla obsessively. "She is a combination of elegance and sexiness; she can be an angel or an evildoer. A woman who possesses these two qualities is the best in the world, and that's why she fascinates me."

"Wow!" Fred exclaimed, "I rarely see you so emotional."

"Of course. I even have the ring ready." Drew took out the diamond ring in his pocket.

"Are you planning to propose? Why don't you take some time to think about it again?" Fred patted his shoulder. "Your mother may disagree."

"This is love at first sight. I should firmly grasp this opportunity, lest there be too many regrets later!" Drew looked at Violla tenderly.

"Mr. Wesley." A few sexy internet bloggers gathered around him. "We are looking for you everywhere, but you are actually here."

"Why don't you go to Empire Night anymore? We kept waiting for you there every day."

"Yeah, you didn't even say anything when you moved to another location."

A few ladies were now sitting beside Drew. As they spoke, they pressed their sexy bodies against him, and some even leaned over to kiss him.

"Go away!" Drew scolded them in disgust.

"You didn't use to treat us like this." Two girls to his left and right hugged his arms tightly, while a third one sat directly on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a warm kiss.

Onstage, Violla frowned when she saw the scene. She even missed a beat while playing the piano.

"Even when he played the role of an escort at Empire Night, I've never seen him so close to any woman. But now he is so presumptuous in front of me! " Violla thought.

"Get lost!" Drew struggled hard and finally pushed the girls away. One slumped on the sofa, one sat on the glass coffee table, and the third one even landed on the floor.

All of them frowned pitifully and murmured, "Mr. Wesley, what's wrong with you today?"

"All right, ladies, Mr. Wesley has something important to do today so he can't play with you. I'll take you to the VIP box. It's on me." Fred coaxed the ladies away.

Drew irritably tugged at his collar, picked up the glass of beer in front of him, and finished its content. By the time he refocused his attention on the stage, Violla had already finished her performance and had gone backstage.

He hurriedly went to find her there." Violla came out of the bathroom and was about to pack her things and leave. Drew tugged at her hands and pleaded, "Baby, are you angry?"

"It was those women who clung to me. In fact, I pushed them all away, and forcefully too," he explained hurriedly, "I will ignore them in the future. I swear!"

"If swearing works, why do we need the police?" Violla frowned. "Why have you become so naive lately?"

As soon as the words were spoken, even she felt a little surprised. "Yeah, he is really different from before.In the past, he was very responsible. I have never seen him being intimate with any woman, but now he keeps getting surrounded by various ladies.He used to be calm and steady. He dealt with matters decisively and never talked nonsense. Now, he seems to be all talk and no action."

"Okay, okay. It's my fault," Drew coaxed her, "I will prove with my actions that I will never do it again."Although she still felt unhappy, she fussed no more when she remembered that he had been good to her before.

"Forget it. I'll get my purse. Wait for me at the back door." Violla told him .

"All right, I'll get the car first." Drew told her.

Violla went to the cashier's to get her purse and suddenly saw a familiar figure. Davon!

"Why is he here?" She asked herself.

Davon strode into Bar DWF like a king, disrupting the drunken stupor.Cruze and four other subordinates cleared his way.

Everyone calmed down and sat there obediently, not daring to make noise anymore, while Fred hurried over to greet him respectfully.Davon looked around as if he were looking for something.

"Give me my purse. Hurry!" Violla covered her face with her coat and urged anxiously.

"Found it, here you go." The cashier handed her the purse and teased, "Why are you so anxious? Where are you going with Mr Wesley?"

She did not respond but scurried away.

"If the Devil sees me working a part-time job here, I will be in trouble." She thought.Because she ran too fast, she hit the door. Her knees were numb with pain as she limped away.

"Baby, why are you so careless? Did it hurt?" Drew immediately hopped out of the car to help her.

"It's fine, let's go." Violla was anxious. "My demon boss is here."

"What? Davon is here?" He was shocked.

"Yes, hurry up!" She quickly got into the car.He immediately started the car and drove away.

"You can't drive after drinking. Where's your driver?" Violla queried.

"Let's get out of here first." Davon closed up the convertible, opened a bottle of mineral water, and gulped it down. Still feeling thirsty, he took off his jacket irritably.

"How much did you drink?" Violla realized something was wrong.

"Just a bottle of beer." Drew also thought he was a little strange that night. "It's weird, I usually don't feel anything even after drinking a dozen bottles."

"You'd better pull over and call for a driver," Violla hurriedly reminded, "You can't violate traffic rules."

"If we stop now, they will catch up soon." He cautiously stared at the rearview mirror.

"Why do I feel that you are more afraid of my boss than I am?" she asked casually.

His eyes flickered, but he soon justified himself. "Aren't you afraid of running into him? I don't want to cause you trouble."

"Don't talk about this for now. Let's call a driver," she urged.

"Don't worry, I know myself." Seizing every opportunity, Drew drove the car to the suburbs at breakneck speed as if he were in a race.

"What are you doing? You can't speed in the city. Stop now." Violla turned to look at him.

Violla observed he was flushed and sweaty. Something must be wrong with him.

"You were like me that day…" She suddenly came to a realization and widened her eyes in astonishment. "Did someone drug you?"

"No way." Drew called carefully. "The three girls clung to me. A girl kissed me but I quickly pushed her away. I then took a large glass of beer in front of me and drank it.Could I have been drugged at that time?"

"Stop the car." Violla panicked; she could feel his restlessness.

"Don't be afraid, baby…" Drew held her hand and kissed the back of it as he panted. "I will be responsible to you."

"You…" She became more nervous when she heard it. "Don't mess around. Let's go to the hospital."

"You little fool, what's the use of going to the hospital for this kind of thing…" He looked at her tenderly. "I need an antidote; you are my antidote."

Drew parked his car in the suburbs next to a lake.When he opened the convertible, the cool breeze blew comfortably.

However, Violla did not feel comfortable. She was distraught seeing the way Drew was acting. "I-I'll go find a doctor for you."With that said, she wanted to push open the car door and run away, but he grabbed her hand.

"Baby, don't go." He pressed a button on her seat.Violla's body slowly reclined. She struggled to get up, but he turned over and put his weight on her.

"Don't touch me!" She screamed in horror.

"Why do you resist me so much? You are mine."He gently stroked her hair, trying to restrain his desire and to be gentler so he would not scare her off.

"No…" Violla shook her head in a panic. Although she and escort had been together a long time ago and even had three children, for some reason she did not like his closeness and was instinctively resisting it.

Back in DWF, Davon sat on the silver leather chair and spun the rhodium ring on his finger.Although his face was still cold and frosty, his slightly frowning brows had exposed his thoughts.

After Cruze made a round of inspections, he came forward and reported, "Miss Milan indeed came here to sing tonight and Mr. Wesley also comes often. Fifteen minutes ago, the two left through the back door."

Davon lifted his gaze and stared at Fred coldly.Fred lowered his head and said in fear, "Mr. Roman, I didn't know Violla is yours, I-I thought…"

"You thought? Do you know how many people died of these two words! I thought I had warned you the very night she started working here . " Davon's tone was murderous.

"Mr. Roman, please don't be angry. That night you didn't tell me who your woman is !" Fred knelt on the ground with a bang.

Davon did not do anything to him but got to leave. Without turning his head back, he ordered, "Stop running the bar!"

"Yes, Sir." Fred lowered his head and held his breath.

On the suburbs Drew was on Violla saying, "Do you remember the last time when we did it here in the car? You were so into it, weren't you. " Drew whispered in Violla's ears with the last shred of his rationality. "Don't be afraid. I'll be gentle. "

"No!" Violla tried pushing him away, but to no avail.With the effect of the drug completely taking over him, Drew felt as if he was burning, with all the blood in his body surging toward his groins.

He took off his clothes, grabbed Violla's hands, and leaned in for a kiss.As Violla turned her head away by reflex, she noticed something odd about his lower back.

The cobra head tattoo that was supposed to be there was nowhere to be seen.Her eyes widened in shock. "It's not him! It's not !How can this be?" Her thoughts trailed.

"Babe, I want it. Give it to me. " Drew growled, his lips closing up onto her red lips.

"You liar!" Violla slapped him. "You freaking liar!"

"What?" Drew blurted out, coming to his senses from the pain.

"You're not him! You don't have the cobra head tattoo on your back!" Violla yelled. "Who are you? Why are you pretending to be him? What are you trying to do?"

"Does that really matter?" Drew could not even think straight. All that his body was telling him to do was to make love to the woman before him.

"I love you, Violla I want you. You're mine." Grabbing both of her wrists, he restrained them with a hand and began stripping her clothes off with the other.

"No!" Violla thrashed against him.Suddenly , a Rolls-Royce collided violently with the Lamborghini that she was in.

The impact was so severe that Drew fell over, freeing Violla from his grasp.

Rushing to open the car door, Violla tripped, landing on the hard pavement and rolling into the bushes as she got out.A stinging pain immediately shot up her shoulders and neck.She tried to get up, but her arms felt weak and gave way, slamming her back onto the ground.A pair of black leather shoes suddenly appeared in her sight. Panicking, she instinctively retreated.

However, after taking a closer look at the person in front of her, her jaw dropped.The towering silhouette of a man seemed to sparkle in the darkness of the night. Through his mysterious mask, a pair of eyes burning with anger could be seen.

"It's him! He's here!" Her mind screamed.

"Escort… " She called out his name by instinct. She was certain that the man she had been waiting for had finally come.

Davon bent down and carried her into an embrace, his deep voice sounding in her ear, "Why are you always in this kind of sh*t?" He was trying his best to sound gentle and calm.

"Oh, it's really you!" Violla could no longer hold back her tears. She put her arms around his neck and cried, "I thought that I would never see you again!"

"Babe… " Drew mumbled as he finally got himself out of the car to go after Violla.

However, what greeted his eyes was a masked man in black, who was carrying Violla and walking toward him.It was as if he was the god of the underworld guarding his lover.Meeting his death glare, Drew felt as if he was looking at the devil himself.

"Hey… I… " Drew was speaking so softly that he could not even hear himself clearly.Though the effects of the drug had not worn off completely, Drew was still well aware that Davon could end his life with just a snap of his fingers.

Just as he had expected, Davon began choking him with one hand, while holding Violla on the other against him and the strength of his grip was suffocating.

"Urgh… "'Drew's pupils dilated as his face turned a grotesque purple color. Struggling helplessly, his voice cracked and trailed off.

"Go to hell!" Davon swore, overwhelmed by rage.

"Dav... Dav.... "Drew rasped with his hoarse voice in the last attempt to save himself.Davon's grip, however, only got tighter and tighter.