The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Gillian fought with every ounce of her strength, her mind desperately screaming.

“Mara, you fool, if you don’t show up soon, Yannick is really going to defile me!”

Where on earth had Mara taken Percival to?

If Mara did not arrive shortly, the aromatherapy candle would burn down to the stash of drugs, and even she would not be able to control herself!

“Yannick, let me go! My dad is right outside. Aren’t you afraid of getting caught?” Gillian clung desperately to her body, protecting her most vulnerable parts.

Yannick, driven mad with desire, paid no heed to such an impotent threat.

“Oh, how perfect, let your father witness just how slutty his daughter can be. With all the guests outside, you’ll have no choice but to marry me, and you’ll be Mrs. Boyd whether you like it or not!”

As Yannick spoke, he pinned Gillian’s hands to the bed, his hands roaming her body to satisfy his vile cravings.

When he first pursued Gillian, the belle of Sea City, he had been humiliated, and to this day, he was still mocked by his circle of friends.

To make matters worse, in their efforts to arrange Gillian’s marriage to Percival, the Boyd family had stirred up trouble with Vivienne, a force to be reckoned with. They had been stripped of their dignity, and his grandmother had even lost her hand, which had not been reattached yet!

And to add insult to injury, reattaching a hand and medical treatment for his grandmother’s back would cost a staggering 800 billion!

He thought the Boyd family had gone mad. Why spend so much on someone nearing the end of their life?

But his opinion did not matter; he had to follow the family’s plans.

Yet all this was because of Gillian, and today, he was determined to have her submit to him completely.

Gillian could not afford to care about dignity or propriety now. If Yannick had his way, she would be left without a shred of hope.

“Help, somebody, help me! Please, anyone!”

Her cries for help seemed only to excite Yannick further, his movements becoming more forceful.

Finally, her pleas reached the ears of someone outside the door.

Percival, however, remained unmoved.

Yannick could not be allowed to have his way with Gillian or the entire plan would be ruined, Mara rushed to knock on the door, yelling, “Open

Mara come later,

Percival leaned casually against the wall, fiddling with

Wolf, it’s ungentlemanly to enjoy the show from the sidelines,” Vivienne said as she secured the ropes, holding

not blow the entire ship to

an explosion at the bow deck, it would leave

would be as romantic and heroic as the

iconic line, “You jump, I jump,” an exquisitely beautiful

their wings to fly, and

a code: Vivienne, stay focused and

Vivienne muttered, banishing the distracting thoughts

Wolf had been on Titanic, they would have ensured their story did not

“Morning Glory,” removed the rope anchors, and climbed back onto

Meanwhile…

completed her task,

complete. No trace of

his earpiece and then felt a faint vibration

and looked at the device,

area, the most likely location

kicked Gillian’s door in, sending Yannick, who had been about to confront the intruder, sprawling to the

Percival, “Damn you, you’ve

had no time for a brawl, landing a

not, I would have…” Gillian sat

of both vulnerability

did not spare her

and Gillian were puzzled by his actions and

eyes, indicating that she should

grabbed Yannick by the leg, and hauled him out, closing the door behind

his kick, meaning no one would need to break it

be

kicked Yannick in disgust. “Looks like a monkey but

Mara to cause a scene once Percival barged in, which would definitely attract a crowd. Then, Mara would lead them to the room Gillian was

dragged Yannick away, buying a bit