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.
Chapter Thirteen: Making Headlines: A Night Gone Wild For A Little Whore
Ciara's POV
After much dissatisfaction from the conversation with the doctor, I had no option but to abandon the idea I had initially come for. He denied proceeding with the procedure. I steeled myself with one certainty - things must go my way. I concluded my visit at the hospital and headed for the bank.
The mid-afternoon had become crisp, and even the sun's rays seemed to scorch my skin, only adding to the frustration building within me as I walked into the bank, my purse clutched tightly in my hand. Maybe with this check, I could finally put this whole ordeal behind me and start fresh - me and my unborn children.
As I approached the teller's counter, I pulled out the check and forced myself to put on my most confident smile. "Good afternoon," I said, trying to sound as poised as possible. "I'd like to deposit this check, please."