The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Wendy was the first to pick up her milkshake and take a gulp, setting off a reluctant chain reaction among the others. They had no choice but to follow suit and sip away.

It was not until the last drops of the milkshake were consumed that Vivienne stood up, flicking her wrist in dismissal, “That’ll do for today. Get some rest, folks. See you all tomorrow.”

With that, Vivienne and Percival left the Boyd residence and returned to the house Maddox had prepared for them to catch some sleep.

No sooner had they left than Wendy, forgetting her cane, bolted to the bathroom and began to hurl.

The other Boyds followed suit, much to the dismay of the household staff, who pinched their noses in disgust.

It was revolting.

To have so many people retching at once was unheard of, and Yannick even spewed on Wendy’s beloved woolen rug.

Already, the house was tainted with the smell of barbeque and smoke, and now this collective upheaval of recently chewed food added insult to injury.

The odor was insufferable.

The Boyds spent a grueling half-hour vomiting before they finally collapsed back onto the couches, utterly spent.

The once prized woolen rug had been relegated to the trash, a sight that made Wendy’s heart ache.

Theodore, drained and pale, leaned on his wife’s shoulder, still dry-heaving.

Teresa, repulsed, shoved him away. “Get off me. You stink of decay. It’s disgusting.”

Theodore weakly slapped Teresa, not because he could not bear to hurt his wife, but sheer exhaustion. “You wench, you think you smell any better?”

“You dare hit me? Believe it or not, I’ll divorce you for this!” Teresa howled, her voice nearly giving out from the strain.

Dehydrated and powerless, no one had the energy to argue further.

a glass of water from a servant and said weakly, “Enough

spoke up. “Mom, if you hadn’t eaten so much, we

Grandma,” Huxley chimed in. “I gave you so many glances, but you just kept eating, forcing us to

sighed. “Do you really think I wanted to eat

were taken

looked at her mother.

to eat either, but my hand acted on its own, reaching for

sob. “Dad, could

possessed. I

shuffled closer to Hayden, frightened. “Don’t scare me, not this late

forget who Vivienne is,” Wendy

Wendy had thoroughly investigated Vivienne—or so she thought. What she found was likely only what

the dots. “Vivienne stayed in some convent in Havenwood before going to Rivenwood.

a

the recent nausea. “Some backwater girl isn’t going to best

if she learned something, it couldn’t be that powerful. The real masters are all over fifty. There must be another

her be with Percival, or who knows how much he will suffer.” Mara pressed, her lips thin. “Plus, Gillian is a

agreed with

alliance between the Boyd and Ashford families. No matter how far Vivienne

villa, Vivienne and Percival were

Vivienne’s earlier antics. “What did you do to make Wendy

making them do as they wish. I simply enhanced it

hair with pride. “Look at you,

their way into the villa, where the servants

need. If anything is missing, just press the button by the bed, and we’ll be at your service. We won’t disturb you any further—have a good rest,” the head

and Vivienne a knowing look, her smile broadening as she scurried off, as

and Percival exchanged a

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