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.

of water from a

up. “Mom, if you hadn’t eaten so much, we wouldn’t have followed suit. Why did you have to be

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

“Do you really think I wanted

others were taken

at her mother.

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

“Dad, could it be we’ve been

like being possessed. I moved when

frightened. “Don’t scare me,

who Vivienne is,” Wendy

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

stayed in some convent in Havenwood before going

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

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

it couldn’t be that powerful. The real masters are all over

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

agreed with

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

their villa, Vivienne and Percival were settling in for the

earlier antics. “What did you do to make Wendy so

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 effect

hair with pride. “Look at you,

into the villa, where the servants had everything prepared

is your bedroom. It’s equipped with everything you might need. If anything is missing, just press the button by the bed, and we’ll be at your service.

smile broadening as she scurried off, as if she could not bear to delay whatever awaited

exchanged

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