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.

green at the sight. He reached to cover Vivienne’s eyes but noticed her looking disdainfully at the Boyd

seemed a bit too interested in

He needed advice—and fast!

to cover her eyes, Vivienne spoke lazily, “Mr. Wolf, don’t bother. There’s nothing worth seeing here.

her head in mock

his temples,

Wendy was still

daughters, preparing to dress them. Her captivating gaze scanned the room before she crossed her arms and watched them with apparent

did you orchestrate this? What have the Boyds ever done to you to

women were still too shaken to

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

Margot joined

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

vile as you is no match for

there,

Vivienne smirked. Ignoring them, she approached Wendy and skillfully inserted a

she saw her.

many wolves were beyond her—she was consumed by the humiliation of being stripped bare in front

her hand and snapped it with a swift

Wendy screamed in agony.

examining the broken hand. “Well-maintained, but poorly used. Since you can’t use it properly, should I just

that Vivienne would go that far

do. Like—burying someone alive? Poisoning? Maiming? Throwing someone

chillingly beautiful, “Chopping off a hand is the least of

recoiled instinctively, viewing Vivienne as a demoness. Although Vivienne was smiling, a coldness seemed to

would actually do

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

was to save her

you don’t acknowledge me as your

Wendy was speechless.