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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.

taev_auroraC · Urbano
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Chapter Sixty Six: What Is Wrong With Odessa?

Vulcan's POV

"If Mommy what?"

Frederick didn't seem to catch my words. Maybe I'd slurred, speaking too fast out of nervousness over who he might choose. Or maybe he just didn't understand at all.

"If Mommy ever says she doesn't want to be with Daddy anymore and wants to take you away from me with her, would you go with her or stay with Daddy?" I repeated the question, this time slower and clearer so he could fully grasp and understand.

"But I don't want to go away from you or mommy," he replied, his voice trembling with reassurance, as if the idea itself scared him.

I took his small hand in mine. "I know you don't, and I don't want that either. I'm just asking because I want to know in case mommy comes back and wants to take you with her."

"Oh, you want to know who I love the most?"

I sighed, feeling the weight of the moment. "Something like that. So, who would you go with? Me or Mommy?"