The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Percival waved his hand, summoning the servants who were hesitating in the shadows. They dared not approach, but fear of Percival made them comply.

“Get in there and separate the men from the women,” Percival instructed, spinning Vivienne around so she would not peek.

The servants hesitated, their hearts pounding with trepidation. They had no clue what was happening inside, but the mere thought of the wolves prowling the estate was enough to chill their bones.

Percival cast a nonchalant glance at them. “The wolves won’t bite you.”

Despite his assurance, the servants remained rooted to the spot in fear.

Raising an eyebrow, Percival’s tone remained casual yet firm, “Not going?”

His words were light, but the servants felt a shiver run down their spines—not so much from Percival himself, but from the drooling wolves eyeing them from behind.

Frightened, they scurried off to the main hall.

The sight that greeted them was astonishing—everyone stark naked!

And it seemed the wolves really had not bitten anyone!

The servants approached, whispering to the confused butler, “Sir, Madam ordered us to separate the men and women.”

Snapping back to reality, the butler quickly commanded, “Do it then!”

He realized the wolves were not attacking anyone. They must belong to Percival and Vivienne, who had some mysterious control over them.

Though ignorant of their motives, the butler was concerned about the family’s dignity. If word got out that the Boyds were caught in such a scandalous state, it would be a disaster not just for the family’s reputation but for his position as well.

With the butler’s word, the servants hurriedly escorted the women upstairs.

The Boyds, still in shock, followed without protest.

hall. Percival’s face turned green at the sight. He reached to cover Vivienne’s eyes

His little lady seemed a bit too interested in

He needed advice—and fast!

Vivienne spoke lazily, “Mr.

her

temples, felt utterly

Wendy was still

and Nancy were protecting their daughters, preparing to dress them. Her captivating gaze scanned the room before she crossed her arms and watched

ever done

still too shaken to think

they had no doubts—she

joined Teresa

heartless thing, you’re part of Percival’s family, his fiancée no less!

a person as vile as you is no match

there, silently enduring

she approached Wendy and skillfully inserted a silver

out at Vivienne the moment she saw her. “You scoundrel!

beyond her—she was consumed by the humiliation of being

her hand and snapped

Wendy screamed in agony.

down, examining the broken hand. “Well-maintained, but poorly used. Since you

Wendy spat through clenched teeth, disbelieving that Vivienne would go

a lot I dare to do. Like—burying someone alive? Poisoning? Maiming? Throwing someone to the dogs? Or maybe the

chillingly beautiful, “Chopping off a hand

Vivienne as a demoness. Although Vivienne was smiling, a coldness seemed to emanate from her, heavier than the chill of

did not believe Vivienne would actually do

Percival’s grandmother! When you marry him, you’ll have to call me that, too!” Wendy, desperate, tried

now was to

acknowledge me as your granddaughter-in-law? Changed

Wendy was speechless.