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To Vulcan, it was just a memorable one-night of pleasure. But for Ciara Morgan, announcing her unplanned pregnancy to her parents and abusive boyfriend had devastating consequences. They disowned her, leaving her with nothing. Desperate, Ciara demanded that Vulcan marry her. He agreed under the forces of his grandfather and Ciara's mother, but only under the condition of a contract, where Ciara would disappear without a trace after giving birth to his child.

But everything changed five years later. "I'm Lawyer Irion, Mr. and Mrs. Thane Morgan's lawyer," he explained, as I nodded, bandaged and battered. 

"You collided with my car, but that's not the main reason I brought you here." He held a thick folder. "Ciara Morgan, I regret to inform you of your parents' tragic death in the 511 plane crash. We've been searching for their only heir, which happens to be you, their daughter. And I'm pleased to inform you that you've been willed thirteen trillion dollars from your parents' empire, but only on one condition."

The condition, which Ciara had vowed to destroy years ago, was the very thing she needed to obey to claim her wealth. Will Ciara choose wealth and power over revenge, or will love conquer all hatred?

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Quick one people. I'm sorry to be doing this, I really am, but it's low-key out of my power. I'm going on hopefully what I want to call a short hiatus for personal reasons. I need to get my emotions and mind back together. I really thought I could keep pushing but it's not working and I don't want to mess this book up. I promise I'll come back to it. Please don't give up on me, or this book. I won't disappoint. Thank you for understanding. XoXo.

Mr. Billionaire Weds Ms. Trillionaire

The whole time, I ran my fingers slowly into myself, maintaining a smooth and gentle motion.

It didn't take him much time to finish with his bath and emerge from the bathroom.

"Good girl," he praised me, his eyes full of lust. He unwrapped the towel from his head and ran his fingers through his wet hair, ruffling it.

I hadn't even realized we were working on a timer until it sounded at the corner and went off. From our few sexual encounters, I had come to know he was obsessed with keeping to time. Wasn't abnormal, but still wasn't normal. Because, Why?

Walking sultrily towards me, he settled between my widened legs and knelt before them. Bending his head slowly, he moved down to my feet, grabbing them and massaging them vigorously.

He accompanied the aggressive massage with kisses, working his way all the way up to my inner thigh, before settling there and sniffing loudly, the inhalation noise audible.

Chapter Thirty Six: Sick Way To Make A Man Cum