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.

after, Percival and Vivienne entered the now male-only main hall. Percival’s face turned green at the sight. He reached to cover Vivienne’s eyes but noticed her looking disdainfully at

little lady seemed a bit too interested in the

He needed advice—and fast!

lazily, “Mr. Wolf, don’t bother.

shaking her head in

massaging his temples, felt utterly

Wendy was

their daughters, preparing to dress them. Her captivating gaze scanned

the Boyds ever done to you to deserve such

were still too shaken to

had no doubts—she and Percival were behind

Margot joined Teresa in

his fiancée no less! Aren’t you

as vile as you is no

just stood there,

themselves, Vivienne smirked. Ignoring them, she approached Wendy

saw her. “You scoundrel! You dare set wolves on us! I’ll

wolves were beyond her—she was consumed by the humiliation of being

reach Vivienne, who caught her hand and snapped it with

Wendy screamed in agony.

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

that Vivienne would

smile widened, “Oh, there’s a lot I dare to do. Like—burying someone alive? Poisoning? Maiming? Throwing someone to the dogs? Or maybe the

her smile grew chillingly beautiful, “Chopping off a hand is the least

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

did not believe Vivienne would actually do it, but

you can’t! I’m Percival’s grandmother! When you marry him, you’ll have to call me

wanted now was to save her

don’t acknowledge me as your

Wendy was speechless.