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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

Smith's shoulders slumped as he sighed.

"Vulcan," he said, drawing out my name in a tired tone. "This isn't good. You're doing too much. Grandpa will have my head alongside yours. I can't keep helping you and covering your ass every time. You really need to man up and listen to everyone for once."

I didn't like his tone or the way he made my decisions seem wrong. But deep down, I knew I was making the right choice.

He didn't look like he wanted to help, and I growled in response, "Fine." I clicked the door open, and before I could step out, Smith grabbed my wrist, making me turn my head toward him.

"I'll help you," he said, not even looking at me.

"I'll help you with a little money to do whatever you need, but don't come running to me when it all goes wrong. I won't take responsibility."

Chapter Seventy Seven: Salvador, And Someone Who Looks Like Ciara