The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

The group froze at the news, and Mara gasped, unable to contain herself, “How could you be so heartless?”

“Only now, you notice?” Vivienne glanced sideways at Mara with a haunting gaze.

Mara felt a chill run down her spine from that look, and she stumbled backward, accidentally knocking over a glass of water on the table behind her. Clad only in her skin, she felt a bone-chilling cold envelop her.

Mara’s mishap drew everyone’s attention to her, but suddenly, a piercing scream from Wendy cut through the room.

“Ah!”

Teresa and Nancy turned to look and instantly went pale.

They backed away rapidly, pointing at Vivienne with trembling voices, “You, you… you actually dared!”

None of them had expected Vivienne to actually go through with it – to sever Wendy’s hand without warning before they could even react.

Moreover, Vivienne’s method was cunning; the blood sprayed onto them.

Vivienne just glanced at them indifferently, tossing Wendy’s severed hand their way, her smile receding into a cold detachment. “You like to Photoshop? Keep this hand and Photoshop to your heart’s content.”

Wendy, clutching her stump, almost passed out from the pain. She glared at Vivienne, her face twisted with rage. “Vivienne, I’ll never forgive you for this!”

With a faintly amused smile, Vivienne responded coolly, “I’ll be waiting! Remember, come at me directly next time, and you might meet a quicker end. If you lay a finger on Mrs. Cecilia or Mr. Wolf, the wolves outside will be your final resting place.”

With that, Vivienne turned and left.

Downstairs, Percival was the only one there.

Seeing Vivienne, he stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist, his voice soft, “All taken care of?”

Vivienne hummed in affirmation, then looked up at Percival, “I took a hand from the old lady. Will that upset you, Mr. Wolf?”

Percival tucked a stray lock of her hair behind her ear and said gently, “A hand is too lenient. I’d take both.”

The idea that someone would Photoshop his little girl naked was enough to incite his wrath.

If Cecilia knew, she would have said, “All you care about is your little girl? I was Photoshopped, too!”

old. I left her a hand to eat

her nose affectionately, “My Vivienne

Wolf,

fond of how his little girl acted

banter, Vivienne suggested, “Shall we

together, his arms around her

the Boyd men and asked, “Where did they

“They’re streaking downtown!”

grinned, “Mr. Wolf, you’re so bad… but

whispered in her ear, “Bad boys get the love. I’ve got worse in

Vivienne was speechless.

man was relentless in his

In the car.

Vivienne’s seat belt

her head. “Take

an hour later, Percival dropped Vivienne off at

Inside the café.

window, dressed to the nines, his presence drawing gazes

forty, his dashing appearance rivaled

was the Perez family’s only black sheep, all show and no

himself as pure gold, inside

“Vivienne, I’m here!”

soon as Vivienne entered,

flamboyant attire. Only he

you here? Run out

from his wallet, saying, “Dad cut off

glanced at the credit card on the table, a gold card from Sea City Bank, a privilege not even the Boyds or

came to ask you to look at this.” She pushed the credit card back and took out

in the Boyd family, memorized word for

“Where did

not used the contract’s format, yet Maddox recognized it as a contract, which meant

“The Boyd Mansion.”

cold laugh, “They’re still hung

is this?” Vivienne