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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 Sixty Three: Sleep With Me Tonight

Ciara's POV

"Psst, such an embarrassing idiot!" I exclaimed at the article on my phone.

"Hey, I bought you this dress. I think it'll really suit you," Dante said as the door creaked open and closed behind him. I quickly dropped my phone to the side, not wanting him to ask what was wrong.

He unwrapped the dress as he added, "Did I stay too long? I'm sorry. I saw this dress and thought to myself, 'What a wonderful piece of art. It'll really suit the princess at home.' So I swiped my card and got it. Do you like it?"

He pulled out a pink v-neck dress, stretching it to show its full length. "It's your color; I mean, it'll suit your skin perfectly. Perfecto!"

I couldn't help but smile in amusement. "Is pink your color? What makes you think it's mine?" I asked, standing up and taking the dress from him.

"Pink is a lady's color. It can't be my color—I'm a man."

"You could be a gay man, who knows?" I teased.