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.

accepted a glass of water from a

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

“I gave you so many glances, but you just kept eating, forcing us to

think I wanted to eat

were

mother. “What

just you. I didn’t want to eat either, but my hand acted on its own, reaching for food

a sob. “Dad, could it

possessed. I moved when Vivienne moved and ate uncontrollably even though I

Hayden, frightened. “Don’t scare me, not

is,” Wendy reminded them

Wendy had thoroughly investigated Vivienne—or so

in some convent in Havenwood before going to Rivenwood. Maybe she picked up some

fall for a country girl. She must have bewitched him. What do we do

Yannick growled, still seething from the recent nausea. “Some backwater girl isn’t going to best us, especially not

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

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

Boyds agreed with Mara’s

Ashford and cement an alliance between the Boyd and Ashford families. No matter how far Vivienne and Percival had gone, Gillian was destined to wed into their

and Percival were

antics. “What did you do

trinket from Brody. It’s supposed to control people for half an hour, making them do as they wish. I simply enhanced it a

Percival said, ruffling Vivienne’s hair with pride.

together, making their way into the villa, where the servants had everything prepared for

and we’ll be at your service. We won’t

maid shot Percival and Vivienne a knowing look, her smile broadening as she scurried

exchanged a puzzled

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