YOKED TO A BILLIONAIRE

Violla Milan felt like she had been aimlessly walking in the desert for a very long time. The heat was overwhelming, making her feel like she was burning up. She desperately longed to quench her thirst.

In her dazed state, a man's icy lips covered hers, providing a temporary respite from the scorching heat. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, indulging in their passionate encounter.

Moans and pants filled the room, their shadows dancing on the wall, consumed by their burning desire. The dim light prevented Violla from seeing the man's face clearly, but she was overwhelmed by his prowess in bed. They engaged in a wild and savage embrace until dawn broke, and he left.

As Violla gradually regained consciousness, her eyes struggled to focus. She caught a blurry glimpse of the man's back, adorned with a tattoo of a vicious cobra's head at the small of his back. The sight of the tattoo filled her with fear and her heart raced in response.

Violla found herself caught in a dream where she transformed into a vine entwined around a colossal tree, unable to break free. When she awoke, her body ached terribly, adding to her confusion.

Sitting up in bed with a splitting headache, Violla surveyed the chaotic scene around her. The bed was in disarray, and a torn men's shirt lay on the floor. Shocked, she desperately tried to piece together the events of the previous night.

She recalled that at her engagement party, her fiancee had betrayed her, pushing her to the brink of despair. In an attempt to console her, her cousin Leila Smith had taken her to Empire Night to drown her sorrows in alcohol.

In her intoxicated state, Violla had impulsively declared her desire for revenge against her fiancee. Without hesitation, Leila had arranged for a male escort to accompany Violla. As the memories flooded back, Violla clutched her chest in shock, realizing that she had lost her virginity to a stranger. Overwhelmed with frustration, she tugged at her hair in despair.

After some time, Violla snapped out of her trance and hastily dressed herself. As she hurried out of the hotel, a swarm of reporters descended upon her, accompanied by blinding camera flashes and a barrage of harsh questions.

"Miss Milan, is it true that you spent the night with a male escort from Empire Night after your engagement was called off by the Stanleys?" one reporter asked.

Violla Milan stood there, her heart pounding, as the barrage of shocking questions hit her one after another.

"Miss Milan, are you aware that the male escort is a transvestite?" one person asked.

"Miss Milan, did you know your father has gone bankrupt?" another inquired.

"Miss Milan, we have just received news that your father has committed suicide. He jumped off his company's building," yet another person added.

Violla's mind went blank, as if she had just been struck by lightning. Overwhelmed by the devastating revelations, she fled from the scene, unable to find the right words to respond.

The next morning, the headlines blazed with news about Violla and her father: "Richest Man in Red City, Gerald Milan, Goes Bankrupt and Commits Suicide," "Franklin Stanley Dumps Daughter of Gerald Milan – Violla Milan," "Violla Milan Spends Night at Club with Transvestite Male Escort." Each piece of breaking news quickly made its way to the headlines, turning Violla, once a wealthy heiress, into a despicable and immoral figure overnight. She had lost everything – her family, her fortune, and her reputation.

Ten months later, the cries of babies filled the air in an unremarkable countryside clinic.

Mrs. Blake approached Violla, holding a baby in her arms, her face filled with excitement. "Miss, congratulations. You have given birth to triplets – two boys and a girl!"

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘'𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

Violla arrived in the city with her kids and Mrs. Blake. The plump Mrs. Blake was holding two big pieces of luggage, heaving as she walked. Violla had a denim backpack slung over her shoulder as she squeezed out of the busy train station with her three kids.

To others, they looked like a poor family from the countryside coming to the city to rely on their relatives. "Out of my way, country bumpkin!" A woman wearing a fur coat harshly shoved Mrs. Blake away and insulted her. Violla was about to reprimand that woman when a fleet of luxury cars came to a stop beside her.

Before anyone could react, dozens of security guards alighted from their vehicles and formed two neat rows. Giving a deep bow, they called out in unison, "Welcome back, Mrs. Stanley!"

Hearing the name 'Stanley,' Violla glanced at the convoy and saw the Stanley crest on the cars. ''Are they here for me?'' She grew excited at that thought.

''Could it be that Franklin never betrayed me? Did he call off our engagement because he had no other choice back then? Now that he knows I am back, he must be here to pick me up!'' Violla thought.

"Miss, is Mr. Stanley here to pick us up?" Mrs. Blake asked. A delighted Mrs. Blake was about to step forward when two security guards rudely pushed them away.

A graceful woman dressed in expensive clothing walked out, flanked by an entourage.

Violla's lips parted in surprise. ''Isn't this Leila Smith?'' she asked herself. Leila was clad in a designer suit. She looked more elegant than she was four years ago. Her fingers were curled around the little hand of a boy around the same age as Violla's triplets.

"Mrs. Stanley, Titus this way, please," the security guards greeted them politely.

"I will never take the train again. It's filthy and full of commoners," declared Leila, covering her nose with her handkerchief in disdain.

"Yes, yes. If it weren't for the weather, Mr. Stanley wouldn't have let you and Titus suffer," said the security guard. The security guards escorted Leila and the little boy into a car. Both Leila and her son were so arrogant they didn't even glance around them. Thus, they failed to notice Violla in the crowd.

"What is going on?" Mrs. Blake recognized Leila and blurted out. "Isn't that your cousin? Is she married to Mr. Stanley now?"

"I think so." Violla said. As Stanley's convoy drove away,

''He said I will be his only bride in this life.But now, he's married to my cousin. They even have a big son!'' Violla thought to herself.Tears prickled at Violla's eyes as her nose burned.

"Mommy, what's wrong?" The kids asked when they spotted Violla's red-rimmed eyes, all three of them surrounded her and voiced their concerns. "I am fine." Violla muttered while wiping her eyes dry, she knelt down and pulled the three of them in for a hug.

"Mommy, don't be sad. When I grow up, I'll buy a big car for you. Then, you won't have to suffer anymore," offered her eldest son, Ryan. He thought she was upset because someone had harassed her.

"Mommy, who harassed you? Let me beat them up!" Jason, the second boy, waved his fists adorably and puffed up his cheeks.

Eliana, the youngest of the triplets, rubbed her cheek against Violla's and comforted her. "Mommy, don't cry!"

"Don't cry! Don't cry!" Suddenly, a green head poked out of Eliana's pocket. It belonged to a cheeky parrot that was glancing around curiously at that moment.

"No, I'm not crying," Violla said, inhaling sharply and putting on a smile. "Come on, let's go home!" she added. "Yay, let's go!" the kids chirped excitedly.

Violla gave each of them a kiss before slinging the backpack over her shoulder again and heading out to hail a cab. She used to be a wealthy heiress with an entourage wherever she went, but now she had to queue up to hail a cab with Mrs. Blake and her kids. Not to mention, she was heavily loaded with their baggage. Since they couldn't all fit in one cab, Mrs. Blake had to take a separate one by herself.

There was an overcast sky, and a storm seemed imminent. Hoping to avoid it, the cab driver was speeding anxiously along the road when suddenly, he rammed into an Aston Martin up ahead. The cab driver's face turned pale instantly, and he got out of his cab to check the situation.

Violla sat in the passenger seat and looked out of the window, furrowing her brows. It was a limited-edition Aston Martin, with only three units in South Nation and thirty-five worldwide. Even if it were a minor scratch, the cab driver would have to compensate a substantial amount of money, which might cause him to go bankrupt.

The conflict was going to be a hassle and would probably take a long time to resolve. Looking up, Violla noticed that the sky had turned a gloomy grey. The storm was about to hit anytime.

She didn't want her kids to get soaked in the rain, especially Eliana, who had been physically weak since she was young. The little girl would definitely catch a cold if she got wet.

"Ryan, Jason, Eliana, stay in the car. I'll go down and see what's happening," Violla told her children before getting out of the cab.

"Mommy, be careful!" the kids yelled out unanimously. Finny the parrot poked its head out of Eliana's pocket again curiously.

Eliana gave it a tiny snack and gently petted its fluffy head. "Finny, hold on tight. We'll be home soon!" she told the parrot.

"Sir, I'm sorry. I didn't hit your car on purpose," the cab driver explained nervously. "It was the passenger's fault. She has three kids and a lot of baggage. My cab is overloaded, so I accidentally bumped into your car." When he saw Violla, he immediately pointed at her. "You're responsible for this!"

"Huh? Why?" she exclaimed.

Violla was about to retort when the window of the Aston rolled down. "Forget it. The boss is busy!" The man seated in the passenger seat spoke as he glanced over Violla.

"Yes!" The man in the suit nodded and told the cab driver to drive carefully next time before leaving. Violla instinctively gazed at the backseat of the Aston when the driver opened the door. To her surprise, she saw a half-naked man with his back turned to her.

A snarly wound snaked across his back as blood trickled down onto the snake head tattoo on the small of his back. Cobra head tattoo? The cobra head tattoo!

Violla's eyes widened in disbelief. She stared at the tattoo wordlessly as her heart jumped to her throat. The ferocious cobra was gazing at her, its eyes stained bright red by the man's blood, looking ever so bloodthirsty. It's him! It really is him!

"Move out of the way!" The cab driver gave Violla an abrupt push, causing her to topple to the ground. When she looked up again, the Aston had disappeared from sight. Violla felt her head buzzing as she stared at the empty road ahead.

"Was that him in the car just now? The kids' father? Wasn't he a man's escort at Empire Night? Why was he in that expensive car with that horrible wound?"

"Hey, why did you push my mommy?" Jason waved his fists angrily at the cab driver.

"Brat, stop yelling at me. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have gotten this unlucky," cursed the cab driver.

"You were the one speeding before hitting that car. That's none of our business!" Ryan retorted in his bubbly voice. "As your passengers, we're not responsible for your mistake! You violated the traffic law. We can file a complaint against you!"

"Yes, you harassed Mommy. I will ask the police to arrest you!" Eliana pouted furiously and pointed at someone in the middle of the road. "There's a traffic police!" Finny, who was perched on her shoulder, chirped out instantly. "Traffic police! Traffic police!"

"What a nuisance. Get off! I refuse to take you to your destination anymore." The cab driver proceeded to open his trunk and threw their baggage in the middle of the road before leaving in a huff.

"Hey! How could you?" Violla whined. She picked up her baggage clumsily and brought the kids to the side of the road.

Meanwhile, the man in the backseat of the Aston Martin, Davon Roman, looked up and glanced at the rearview mirror. "That woman looks familiar. Where have I seen her before?" he thought to himself.

"Mr. Roman, I'll inject the anesthetic now!" said the doctor who was dealing with his wound. "No need," Davon said. The man was reading a file in his hand. His wound was bleeding profusely, but he wasn't bothered at all.

"Um, this may sting a little then. I'm going to stitch your wound up."

Frowning, the doctor started stitching the wound up. As there was no anesthetic involved, the doctor was more nervous than usual. The man's tanned skin glinted under the light icily. His muscles contracted from the immense pain, but his expression remained the same.

On Monday morning, Violla sent the kids to kindergarten with Mrs. Blake before she went to Roman's Corporation.

Only one company offered her a job-the legendary Roman's Corporation. It was strange that the small companies didn't want to hire her, but what was even more strange was that the corporate giant in the industry, Roman's Corporation, called her instead.

When she arrived at the HR department, she finally realized whose plan it was. "It's you?" Violla exclaimed.

"Long time no see, Miss!" Isaac greeted her with an evil smile. "You're still pretty after all these years."

"Isaac, my father fired you from Milan Corporation and left orders that you are not to step into this City for the rest of your life. How dare you return?" Violla barked. Violla knew who he was. Isaac used to be the vice president of Milan Corporation. He had tried to take advantage of her, so Gerald fired him. She never thought she would see him again after four long years.

"The Milan family is over the hill. Do you think you're still the rich heiress?" Isaac sneered. "You're nothing. I am the one who gives you this job or not!" he spat.

Giving him a glare, Violla spun on her heels and started walking away. "Violla, this is your final chance. If you walk out of this door, I guarantee you won't find a job in this City, unless you're willing to become a hostess in a bar!" Isaac uttered arrogantly. But Violla stormed out of his office furiously, swearing to herself that she would never give in to someone like him!

When she exited the building, a crowd had formed at the entrance. There was a middle-aged man with gasoline poured all over his body. He was holding a lighter, trying to threaten everyone. "Stay away. I want to meet Davon Roman, now!" he roared.

The staff stayed away while the security guards were on alert. A few higher-ups tried to persuade the man to calm down so they could talk things out.

"Calm down? Do you know what he did to me? I accidentally offended him, and he bankrupted me overnight! How can I calm down?" the man exclaimed.

In his words, Violla was reminded of her father, Gerald, who still couldn't understand how Milan Corporation went bust suddenly. They were doing so well. She didn't even get to see her father before he died. She even wondered if someone sabotaged her father back then.

"Mr. Roman is here!" someone shouted, bringing her out of her thoughts. Violla looked up and saw a Rolls Royce coming to a stop. The security guards swarmed toward the car and cleared a path. Seeing that, the crowd made way for him. The lamenting man rushed to the car and stood in front of it. "Davon Roman, I demand an explanation today!" he shouted. Everyone fell silent and gazed nervously at the black Rolls Royce .

The most horrifying and influential person in the city was in that car! Violla saw a figure in the backseat looking at his phone without a care in the world. His driver and security guard in the passenger seat remained seated, waiting for his instruction. A heavy silence hung in the air. The expressionless man then made a casual gesture, and immediately, the vehicle sped ahead with every intention to hit the wailing man.

The onlookers were dumbfounded, let alone the man who was petrified on the spot in disbelief at the other party's callousness. The car was about to hit him, but then Violla rushed forward and pulled him back.

At that moment, the man in the car looked up and noticed Violla. A complicated look flashed across his gaze at the sight of her. Violla and the man fell onto the ground together, and the crowd gasped in shock.

Violla's arm throbbed painfully after the fall. But when she looked up, the Rolls Royce was long gone. Almost instantly, the security guards rushed over and detained the man.

"Davon Roman, I curse you! You'll die a horrible death!" he yelled desperately. Soon, the guards stuffed a cloth into his mouth to stop him from yelling more and dragged him away like a dead dog. Violla stared after him with sorrow. Her father had told her that the business world was like a battlefield, but at that moment, it looked like hell to her. A careless mistake could cause one to sink into an endless quicksand.

The mysterious man in the Rolls Royce was none other than the man who controlled everyone's fate. Alas, the poor had to work for him even though they were barely surviving.

As soon as Violla left Roman's Corporation's building, she received a text from the bank, informing her of the successful transaction of one hundred and eighty thousand to the kindergarten. Her account balance was now three thousand nine hundred and eighty-eight.

Her bank balance wasn't even enough to buy milk for her children, and she didn't know what else to do. After battling with her own thoughts for a long while, Violla turned and entered Roman's Corporation once again.

It was just Isaac. He wasn't going to do anything in broad daylight, right? The man was right, though. She was no longer the rich heiress. She needed to support her family and her kids. Pride wasn't important right then.

Violla was waiting for the elevator in the lobby when several security guards appeared, escorting a man to the VIP elevator. Everywhere that man went, people would bow and greet him politely. "Good morning, Mr. Roman." She was far away and not tall enough to manage to see what he looked like. But that man was obviously Davon Roman, the president of Roman Corporation. Yet his figure seemed too familiar to her? She shook her head, chiding herself for being awestruck. Cursing herself for being reminded of the escort every time she met a tall and muscular man.

This man here was the president of Roman's Corporation, an influential and wealthy man. There was no way he was an escort at Empire Night!

"Mr. Roman, the one who pulled away the wailing man wasn't just an onlooker-no, she has just registered as our new employee five minutes ago as a secretary on the thirteenth floor. Her name is Violla Milan," reported Cruze.

His boss said nothing as he scrawled his signature on a document. The man only replied with a grunt after he was done with his work. "Mmmh!."

Violla was going to be paid eight thousand monthly during her probation period, including basic insurance. Her salary would increase to ten thousand once she passed probation.

After going through the entry procedures, Violla silently counted whether her salary was enough for her family's expenses. She needed to spend eight thousand every month on the kids' milk alone, not including other expenses. She was deeply worried when a few other employees came to welcome her. "Hello, Violla. Welcome to the administration department!" they said.

"Oh, thank you," she said, appreciating the warm handshake from her new colleagues. This was her first official job, and she knew how important it was to build a good rapport with them.

"As usual, we'll have a welcome party for you. Is that okay?" one of them asked.

"Of course. Dinner is on me!" she replied, knowing the drill.

"Haha! I like how smart you are. We'll leave right after work," one of her colleagues said. She nodded in agreement.

When it was time to leave work, Violla had some unfinished tasks, so her colleagues left and waited for her downstairs. After finishing the paperwork, she grabbed her bag and headed to the elevator. But before she could reach it, the doors closed right in front of her. At the same time, the doors to the VIP elevator opened. She hurriedly stepped in without hesitation.

"This is the president's private elevator. Please leave right away," the security guard reprimanded her.

"Huh?" she exclaimed.

Before Violla could react, the mysterious man in the elevator made a gesture. His security guard received his order and stopped trying to remove her. Violla looked back but immediately turned away. It was Davon Roman, the man himself. All of a sudden, it felt like the surrounding temperature had dropped a few degrees. He was tall and looked like a god, standing imposingly behind her and exuding an intimidating aura.

Violla bit her lip hard, subconsciously holding her breath. Through the reflection of the elevator mirror, she saw Davon gazing at her sharply, resembling a lion fixating on its prey. ''Hurry, hurry,'' she thought, wishing for the elevator to go faster.

She gazed at the numbers flashing on the elevator screen, hoping to quickly escape that suffocating place. Thirteen, twelve, eleven, ten... She silently counted the numbers, her heart thumping furiously. Unbeknownst to her, Davon was inching closer.

The elevator chimed as it reached the ground floor. Once the doors opened, she scurried out. In her hurry, she tripped and fell face-first like a frog.

Everyone outside gasped in shock. A few employees who had just exited the regular elevator covered their mouths and sniggered. Violla felt so ashamed that she wanted to dig a hole and hide in it. She clumsily scrambled to her feet and ran out, covering her face.

Behind her, the man looked at her retreating figure as a smirk flitted across his lips. Violla had thought the welcome party would be a dinner in a restaurant, but it turned out to be a drinking session at Empire Night. To her surprise, Isaac was also there. She wondered why someone from the HR department was present at the administration department's gathering. Violla wasn't happy about it, but since her colleagues were present, she didn't want to chase him out rudely.

Isaac had already introduced himself to her colleagues and ordered bottles of expensive liquor, which were currently placed around the table. A male colleague spoke up, "Mr. Isaac, this liquor costs over eight thousand. We shouldn't be doing this to our new colleague."

"You don't know?" Isaac grinned. "Violla is an heiress. She's rich. She can pay for everyone's drinks here in Empire Night. These are nothing to her."

"Oh? Seriously?" A few female colleagues got curious. They surrounded Violla and bombarded her with questions. "Violla, you're an heiress? How unexpected!" one of her colleagues squealed.

"No..." She started.

"Of course, you are." Isaac cut her off rudely and snickered. "The only daughter of the richest man in South Nation, Gerald Milan. You've heard of him, right?"

"Gerald Milan? The one who jumped off a building four years ago?" a man uttered. "No wonder the surname Milan sounded really familiar to me."

"I think I read the news. The Stanleys called off their son's engagement to Milan, and then she came to Empire Night and spent the night with a transvestite escort. Uh, was that true?" another one uttered. Her colleagues stared at her, their gazes a mixture of curiosity, excitement, and amazement as they waited for her reply. Violla felt suffocated by them. Refusing to take it anymore, she stood up to leave.

The manager of the administration department stopped her and chided the rest. "What are you all doing? Is this how you treat our new colleague? We are going to work together in the future, so please stop teasing her."

"Okay, sorry," they apologized to her at once.

The moment Violla met Isaac's amused gaze, she escaped from the private room without a word. She wanted to escape the past and start her life afresh, but the past kept haunting her. For a minute, she thought she could never get rid of it. She took a deep breath to calm down.

"What's wrong? Was that so unbearable?" Isaac came after her and sneered. "How will you survive, huh?"

"You did it on purpose," Violla glowered at him. "You deliberately hired me and made me treat my colleagues to dinner so I would be humiliated. You're doing this to take revenge on me!"

"That's right," Isaac answered, nodding with a grin. "I ordered food and drinks worth a few hundred thousand all on you."

"Hey..." Violla started, her voice trembling with anger. She checked her bank account and realized she only had three thousand left. How on earth was she going to foot the bill?

"Don't tell me you can't afford to pay the bill?" Isaac sneered, intentionally moving closer to her. "You can ask for my help. As long as you agree to spend a night with me, I'll foot the bill. With my help, no one will dare to bully you at work, and..." His words were abruptly cut off as she slapped him across the face. "Scumbag!" she snarled.

Isaac touched his cheek, but instead of getting angry, he chuckled like a pervert. "This is the first time you've touched me. Your hand is so soft!"

"You are a disgusting piece of sh*t!" Violla spat, her anger boiling over. She stormed off, determined to put some distance between them.

"If you fail to pay the bill today, your colleagues might refuse to befriend you anymore," Isaac shouted after her. "Imagine them being so disgusted by you that they start ostracizing you! Do you want to risk losing this job?"

Violla walked down the hallway, feeling dejected and lost. She couldn't afford to lose that job, but she had no idea where she could get the money to pay the bill. Her mind was consumed with worry as she continued to walk, lost in her thoughts.

As she turned a corner, she saw a familiar figure sitting in a private room up ahead. The man was seated on a couch, his back straight, and his white shirt tied around his waist. Violla's heart skipped a beat when she noticed a vicious cobra head tattoo on his exposed skin, along with a long scar on his back. "That's him," her mind screamed. Violla froze in shock, her heart pounding faster than ever.

The last time she had seen the man in his car, she was so nervous that she held her breath, dazed. But he had left before she could say a word. And now, the man who had destroyed her life was right in front of her eyes!

As she gazed at his back, images flooded her mind of waking up in the hospital back then, after being run down by a car while she was running from reporters. She had failed to see her father for the last time. Instead, she had only seen her father's stiff corpse at the crematorium. At the funeral, her relatives and friends had pointed fingers at her, cursing her harshly and chasing her away.

She had gotten pregnant before marriage, and people looked down on her when she attended her monthly prenatal checkups at the unremarkable clinic in the countryside. When she gave birth to her babies in the hospital, she had nearly died of excessive bleeding because she was pregnant with triplets. It was all that man's fault!

Fury overwhelmed her heart. She clenched her hands into fists and rushed into the room. "Hey! You! Get out. This is a private area," a man in black standing in the corner spoke sternly. The mysterious man on the couch raised his hand, and at his silent order, the man in black left the room silently.

Violla was stunned. "Oh? So escorts are rich enough to afford bodyguards now? Looks like he has been enjoying life for the past few years!" she thought to herself.

She bit back her agitation and inched nearer carefully. "It's you!" she growled.

The man buttoned his shirt and turned around slowly. On his face was a black masquerade mask, covering half of his face. The mask exposed his thin lips, and his steely and enigmatic gaze gleamed in the dark. There was a gold fire emblem on the top right of the mask, which appeared menacing and wild to her.

Violla took a step back instinctively. "Why was he so imposing? Isn't he just an escort? Did I get the man wrong? No, I'm right. There is that unmistakable tattoo," she thought.

"Do you not remember me?" Violla snarled. "Four years ago, I was drinking in this very room when my friend requested a male escort for me, who turned out to be you. We went to Roman's hotel together..." she started before he cut her off. "There's a red mole on your chest," the man said, narrowing his gaze at her. "We did it seven times that very night..." He blurted out.

"I'm going to kill you!" Violla dashed ahead and raised her arm to slap him, but the man swiftly grabbed her arm and pushed her onto the couch. "How dare you!" he snarled.

"Scumbag... idiot... moron!" Violla rained insults at him as she leapt onto him like a wildcat, waving her arms around to scratch him. "It's all your fault! You ruined my life!" she yelled.

The man placed his hand on her head, keeping her at a distance. She couldn't reach him even as she waved her hands wildly.

He stared at her coolly, as if she were nothing but a clown. "Let's get the facts right. You were the one who requested my services. It was consensual. You make it seem like I raped you," he snapped.

Violla bristled. "You're an unprofessional escort! You didn't even use a condom when you served your client. Screw you! You deserve to be castrated!" she squealed.

"Mmmh?" The man's gaze turned dangerous. "Did you get pregnant?" he asked. Violla stiffened at his question. Her babies flashed across her mind. Yes, she got pregnant and gave birth to triplets! But the man in front of her didn't strike her as someone who could be a responsible father.

"Answer me!" he demanded.

"Yes, I got pregnant!" Violla blurted out. She immediately changed her mind and corrected herself, "But I had an abortion later. I won't give birth to a shameless escort's child!" She knew that if anyone else found out the kids' father was a male escort from a club, they would be ridiculed in school.

"No, I must keep it a secret. No one is to find out about this!" she thought. "Good!" The man nodded in satisfaction. He reached into his pocket to retrieve something.

"I can't believe you're still working here as an escort after four damn years. How many innocent ladies are you going to harm? I'll file a complaint with your manager now!" Violla bellowed, stomping away furiously. The man's hand, holding the checkbook, froze. Furrowing his brows, he left the checkbook in his pocket. He wanted to settle her.

At the door, Violla received a call from Isaac. "Violla, if you don't show up, the rest are going to leave, and if so, don't bother showing up for work at Roman's Corporation tomorrow."

"Go to hell!" she cursed over the phone before hanging up, her body shaking in rage. "Why are there scumbags everywhere? These two men are both disgusting scoundrels!" she ruminated.

Suddenly, something occurred to her. The escort had ruined her life. She couldn't give up just like that. She couldn't let him live luxuriously while she and her kids were suffering!

With that thought, Violla tightened her jaw. She barged into the private room again and demanded, "Stupid escort, you ruined my life. You must bear the responsibility."

The man was sipping on his wine when she made that proclamation. Looking up icily, he replied, "Oh? How do you propose I do that?"

"By compensating me!" she declared sternly. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been this miserable! If it weren't for you, I would've met my father for the last time before he died. If it weren't for you, my reputation wouldn't have suffered such irreversible damage," she spat.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have become a single mother. But my kids are still adorable to me!" though she didn't voice that part out.

"Anyway, I'm demanding money from him now. I have to be stern and forceful!" she ruminated.

"How much do you want?" he queried. The man lounged on the couch arrogantly as he buttoned his shirt up. His sexy abs gleamed alluringly in the dimly lit room. Violla was momentarily dazed by his abs. She swiftly regained her composure and cleared her throat, then held up three fingers.

"Three hundred million?" she blurted out. "If you can pay me three hundred million, I'd wake up smiling in my dreams!" she scoffed before continuing. "You're just an escort. Why are you so cocky? Listen, I demand three months of your salary. From today onwards, give me half of your nightly earnings!"

"After all, I can't even afford to buy milk for the kids now. Luckily, I bumped into this escort when I had nowhere to turn to! I need to fleece him to make him pay for what he has done to me. Also, he needs to bear some responsibility as the kids' father. Three months will be enough to get me through this hurdle. After my probation period, my salary will increase to ten thousand. We will be able to survive then. Then, we can go our separate ways," she internalized.

"How much do you think I earn in one night?" The man twirled his glass lightly and shot her an amused glance. "What if no one requests me?"

"You're quite good-looking. If you're willing to work hard, you might end up as Empire Night's top male escort," Violla scanned his figure carefully before her gaze landed on his groin. "I heard normal escorts get paid four to five thousand for each session and eight to ten thousand for overnight service. You can earn at least ten thousand per night, right?" she chimed.

"So, I just need to give you five thousand every night?" The man's smirk deepened. "You're easily satisfied, huh?" he mused.

"Of course not!" Violla retorted hurriedly. "I mean, at least five thousand! At least five thousand every night! To make up for that mistake you made that night, you need to work hard to compensate me, got it?"

"Money isn't a problem," said the man carelessly. Curious, he inquired, "But how did you recognize me?"

"Through the cobra head tattoo on your waist. I won't get it wrong!" Violla was afraid he might deny it. "So you don't know what I look like?" The man's gaze was penetrating.

"Duh!" Violla replied in exasperation. "I was so drunk that night that I didn't even know what you looked like." The man sipped on his wine and smiled, saying nothing.

"Don't try to shirk your responsibility. Otherwise, I'll file a complaint with the manager." Violla added, "Oh, I heard you're also a transvestite. If they find out about that, you'll lose your job for sure."

The man stiffened and narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Transvestite?" he asked.

Violla harrumphed. "Are you scared?" She took a pen from her bag and wrote out a simple contract.

"Here, I've made it all clear. From today onwards, you need to compensate me with half of your daily salary for three months. Sign here, and stamp your thumbprint here. It's a done deal!"

She stuffed the pen in his hand. "Am I the only escort you have?" The man gazed at the scrawny words on the contract and raised a brow. "Don't tell me you have a stack of these contracts at home?"

"Are you crazy? Do you think I'm that desperate? Sleeping with you was an accident. You were the only man I have ever slept with!" Violla blurted out angrily. When she realized what she had just said, her face flushed in embarrassment. The corners of the man's lips lifted in a smirk. He signed the contract without a word, but his signature was an illegible squiggle at the bottom of the page.

Violla felt that wasn't enough and pulled his palm towards her. She bit his thumb hard, and when a drop of blood trickled out, she immediately stamped his finger on the contract.

Now the contract was valid, and Violla was pleased. "There's no going back on your words now. Alright, give me your salary for today!" she demanded.

"I haven't started working for tonight yet," he told her.

He pulled her into his embrace and wrapped his arm around her slender waist. Brushing his lips across her cheek, he breathed, "Why don't you be my first client for today? I'll give you a 50% discount."

"Don't even think about it!" Violla said, struggling out of his embrace and pushing him aside. "Stay away from me. From now on, your job is to work hard and pay your debt!"

"Are you that willing to let me sell my body?" the man inquired, staring deep into her eyes.

"You're just my cash cow. Why wouldn't I be willing?" she spat. Violla whipped out her phone. "Let's exchange numbers to stay in contact," she said.

The man took her phone and entered his number. He was about to save his name when Violla snatched it away from him, saving his name as "Escort In Debt." Upon seeing that, his brows snapped together in displeasure.