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.

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!

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

her

massaging his temples, felt utterly

Wendy was

them. Her captivating gaze scanned the room before

What have the Boyds ever done to you to deserve such treatment?”

still too

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

joined Teresa

family, his fiancée no

person as vile as you is no match for

stood there, silently enduring

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

the moment she saw her. “You scoundrel! You dare set wolves on

consumed by the humiliation of being stripped bare in front of her son, grandson, and butler, all because

her hand and snapped it with

Wendy screamed in agony.

but poorly used. Since you can’t use it properly, should I just

dare!” Wendy spat through clenched teeth, disbelieving that Vivienne would go that far in a law-governed

“Oh, there’s a lot I dare to do. Like—burying someone alive?

chin on her hand, her smile grew chillingly beautiful, “Chopping off a hand is the least of my daring

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

actually do it, but that evil

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

was to save

acknowledge me

Wendy was speechless.