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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 Seven: Contractual Mama, Baby Mama, And Divorced Mama

Ciara's POV

My mother was a sick, twisted woman for doing this to me. I should have listened to that stylist - she was right. I chose to ignore my doubts and believe my mother's lies. Now, I'm standing here, suffocating in this ill-fitting wedding dress, waiting for fate to unfold. I'm at the mercy of forces beyond my control. Damn it, universe! In my next life, please bless me with better parents!

"What's going on here, Vulcan?" the man who looked like his father asked, his voice laced with confusion and concern. Vulcan stood beside another disoriented bride, his eyes wide with disbelief. I could almost hear their thoughts. It was exactly what they were thinking - a chaotic scene straight out of a bad dream. I let out a heavy sigh, surveying the mess before me. "Quite a situation, huh?" I muttered, trying to make sense of it all.

"Grandpa, I swear, this is a sick joke," a younger-looking guy in the corner spoke up.