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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?

This book contains mature, dark, and potentially distressing content. Reader discretion is advised. Please prioritize your emotional well-being while reading. Thank you!

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 lavish ballroom was bathed in soft golden light, casting a warm glow over the elegantly dressed guests mingling around. The sound of laughter and clinking glasses filled the air as servers glided through the crowd with trays of champagne flutes. The grand chandelier hanging from the ceiling reflected off the polished marble floor, adding to the opulence of the event.

Moments go by and the event in motion, Vulcan and I made our way through the crowd, blending in seamlessly with the other attendees. His arm was securely wrapped around my waist, and I could feel the tension in his body, a tension I knew all too well. As we stopped to greet a couple of acquaintances, Vulcan pressed the button on the device again, and a surge of pleasure shot through me, making me grip his suit jacket tightly.

"Are you alright, darling?" the woman in front of us asked, her eyes flickering with curiosity.

Chapter Forty Nine: Look At Me With Those Eyes One More Time, And I'll Fuck Your Brains Out! II