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Mr. Billionaire Weds Ms. Trillionaire

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.

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Chapter Nine: Marry Your Baby Daddy Or Be A Call Girl

Ciara's POV

I had never witnessed such an antics before.

"Son of a bitch!" I cursed, my voice laced with anguish. I grasped a fistful of my wedding dress, the delicate fabric bunching in my hand as tears welled up in my eyes. My heart felt like it was being ripped apart, the pain almost palpable.

What kind of absurd, stupid situation had I gotten myself into? I knew I was callous by nature, but this was a whole new level of crazy.

Flouncing out of the office, I slammed the glass door aggressively, and it crashed and shattered behind me. I didn't bother looking back.

He had deserved it.

I already knew my way around, as that wasn't the first time I had been there.

Storming to the top floor, I ignored people's glances at me, including my other luggages and only picked up the smallest one, leaving the others in a corner inside the private garage.