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.

up on the couch, accepted a glass of water from a

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

in. “I gave you so many glances, but you just

think I wanted

were

her mother. “What do you

either, but my hand acted on its own, reaching for food and bringing

“Dad, could it be

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

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

Vivienne is,” Wendy reminded

investigated Vivienne—or so she thought. What she

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

explains why Percival, of all people, would fall for a country girl. She must have

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

it couldn’t be that powerful.

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

other Boyds agreed with

for inviting Percival to Sea City—to marry him to Gillian Ashford and cement an alliance between the Boyd and Ashford families. No matter

and Percival

about Vivienne’s earlier antics. “What did

control people for half an hour, making them do as

hair with pride. “Look at you,

into the villa, where the servants had everything

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

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

Percival exchanged a puzzled

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