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
My mouth agape, I struggled to find the words my mind wasn't processing, standing frozen.
"What?" I managed.
"Ciara," he called me so calmly, as if his voice lacked the same seriousness that his words carried. "Did you steal my check?"
Shaking my head vehemently, I denied, "What? No, I didn't, of course not. Check? What check? Why would I steal from you? How is that even possible?"
With that same unsettling calmness, he let out a scornful huff and hurled my phone towards the edge of the bed - not hard, but enough to cause it to fall off.
However, it didn't slip to the floor, and I scurried to catch it into my grasp. With my brows furrowed in confusion at what he might have seen to conclude I stole from him, my darting eyes landed on the screen, to a message from my bank. My bank had been suspended and under investigation, and I was being requested to visit the bank for further questioning.