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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

It seemed as though everyone was either oblivious or simply didn't care. Even as I sprinted outside, still dressed in my hospital gown, no one bothered to stop me or ask what was wrong. My mind raced, heart pounding as I glanced back over my shoulder, ensuring no one was following.

In my haste, I collided with Dante—just like the first day we had met. How could I be so clumsy, always bumping into strangers? But Dante wasn't thinking about that. In fact, he seemed both happy and confused at the same time.

He glanced over my shoulder, scanning the area for any signs of danger. "What's going on, Ciara? Why are you running like this?"

I struggled to catch my breath, my voice uneven as I responded, "Nothing. I just... I don't want to be here anymore. I'm fine now, and I need to leave."

His eyes narrowed with curiosity. He had a flood of questions on the tip of his tongue but managed only to ask, "Where's Vulcan?"

Chapter Eighty Three: Everything Is A Total Mess