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.
Ciara's POV
"That ungrateful fucker!" Vulcan muttered under his breath, his cutlery clattering against his plate as he stared off into the distance, lost in thought.
I had forgotten about the meal in front of me, my gaze fixed on Vulcan's reaction. Did he truly love Ariana that much, and was that why he was reacting this way to her disappearance and potential infidelity?
Minutes passed as I slowly resumed eating with the others, while Vulcan remained unshaken, his eyes unwavering from some unseen point.
When he finally spoke, his tone was commanding, and he directed it at me, halting the fork laden with beef that was halfway to my mouth. "Follow me," he ordered. Before I could process his words, he made me remove the food from my mouth, saying, "Spit it out." He opened his palm for it.