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.

Vivienne entered the now male-only main hall. Percival’s face turned green at the sight. He

lady seemed a bit too interested in the opposite sex. What

He needed advice—and fast!

cover her eyes, Vivienne spoke lazily, “Mr. Wolf, don’t

her head

massaging his temples, felt utterly

was still

dress them. Her captivating gaze scanned the room before she crossed

have the Boyds ever done

were still too shaken

enter untouched, they had no doubts—she and Percival were behind the

and Margot joined Teresa in their

thing, you’re part of Percival’s family, his fiancée no less! Aren’t you afraid of your future mother-in-law’s

person as vile as you is no match for

there,

exhausted themselves, Vivienne smirked. Ignoring them, she approached Wendy

out at Vivienne the moment she saw her. “You

wolves were beyond her—she was consumed by the humiliation of being stripped bare in front of her son, grandson, and butler, all

caught her hand and

Wendy screamed in agony.

the broken hand. “Well-maintained, but poorly used. Since you can’t use it

that Vivienne would go that far in a

lot I dare to do. Like—burying someone alive?

grew chillingly beautiful, “Chopping off

recoiled instinctively, viewing Vivienne as a demoness. Although Vivienne was smiling, a coldness seemed to emanate from her, heavier than the

would actually do it, but that evil

When you marry him, you’ll have to call me that, too!” Wendy, desperate, tried to reason with

wanted now was to save

don’t acknowledge me as your granddaughter-in-law? Changed your mind

Wendy was speechless.