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.

propped up on the couch, accepted a glass of water from a servant and said weakly, “Enough

son who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. “Mom, if you hadn’t eaten so

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

sighed. “Do you really think I

were

looked at her mother. “What do you

added, “It wasn’t just you. I didn’t want to eat either, but my hand acted on its own,

“Dad, could

Yannick felt similarly manipulated. Teresa confessed, “It was indeed like being possessed.

“Don’t scare me, not this late at

is,” Wendy

in Sea City, Wendy had thoroughly investigated Vivienne—or so she thought. What she found was likely only what Vivienne wanted to

convent in Havenwood before going to Rivenwood. Maybe she picked up some dark arts there to hex

“That explains why Percival, of all people, would fall for a

from the recent nausea. “Some backwater

Even if she learned something, it couldn’t

We can’t let her be with Percival, or who knows how much he will suffer.” Mara pressed, her lips

other Boyds agreed with Mara’s

Gillian Ashford and cement an alliance between the Boyd and Ashford families. No matter how far

back at their villa, Vivienne and Percival were settling in

earlier antics. “What did you do to make Wendy

to control people for half an hour, making them do

Percival said, ruffling Vivienne’s hair with pride. “Look at you, my

the villa, where the servants had everything prepared for a restful

by the bed, and we’ll be at your service. We won’t

she scurried off, as

exchanged a puzzled

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