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
"Is it a match?" I joined Ariana to ask, but silently and inside my mind.
Vulcan's expression was blank, making it hard to read, his brows furrowed as he scrutinized every corner of the result.
He looked away from it and towards us. Before turning to Frederick, he hugged Ariana, who was at the opposite side of him.
That was the only confirmation needed - Frederick was his son. It was a match.
He spoke into Ariana's skin, his voice muffled. "Next time, don't keep something so important like this away from me, promise." His eyes were flashing with emotion, and my knees felt weak.
Ariana replied, "Promise." He kissed her forehead and pulled away.
I forced a smile along with them. I was in no way against Frederick - he was innocent. But I was worried about my own standing in this family.
Vulcan cupped Frederick's face. "Frederick, how old are you?"