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.
Vulcan's POV
"Eleanor, stop it!" I warned her, my voice serious.
But she wouldn't listen. Eleanor never did. She touched her exposed toes peeking out from her heels and deliberately ran them featherlight over my ankle. "Eleanor, I said stop it," I demanded, pushing her leg away from mine under the table.
My actions prompted a muffled snort from her, one that only I could hear. I shifted my gaze to catch her expression, while still maintaining my attention on the board members, ensuring no one else noticed what was happening.
She began leaning towards me, as if to touch her lips to mine, but I quickly turned my face away to focus forward.
However, she settled her mouth at the entrance of my ear, her breath fanning me. "I won't stop, not until you fulfill your promise."
Without looking her way, I flared my nostrils and muttered, "What promise, Eleanor? I didn't promise you anything."