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 servant and said

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

so many glances,

“Do you really think I wanted to

others were

mother. “What do you

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

choked back a sob. “Dad,

felt similarly manipulated. Teresa confessed, “It was indeed like being possessed. I moved when Vivienne moved and ate uncontrollably even though I was

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

is,” Wendy

thoroughly investigated Vivienne—or so she thought. What she found was likely

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

“That explains why Percival, of all people, would fall for a country girl. She must have bewitched him. What do we

Yannick growled, still seething from the recent nausea. “Some backwater girl isn’t going

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

knows how much he will suffer.” Mara pressed, her lips thin. “Plus, Gillian

other Boyds agreed with Mara’s

aligned with the Boyds’ intentions for inviting Percival to Sea City—to marry him to Gillian Ashford and cement an alliance between the Boyd and Ashford families.

at their villa, Vivienne and Percival were

antics. “What

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

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

their way into the villa, where the servants had everything

bed, and we’ll be at your service. We won’t disturb you any further—have a good rest,” the head

her smile broadening as she scurried off, as if she could not

Percival exchanged a

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