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.

ruined, Mara rushed to knock on the door, yelling, “Open the door! Yannick! Open the door! Percival is here, you animal! Let go of

Mara’s voice, Gillian was finally relieved. Had Mara come later, she might not

leaned casually against the wall, fiddling with

the sidelines,” Vivienne said as she secured the ropes, holding tools in her hands, looking at the “Morning Glory” glued to

the entire ship to pieces, just enough

explosion at the bow deck, it would leave

romantic

played the iconic line, “You jump,

wings to fly, and could not help but chuckle at the

a code: Vivienne, stay focused and stay

beginning,” Vivienne

Titanic, they would have ensured their story did

finished setting the last of the “Morning Glory,” removed the rope anchors, and climbed

Meanwhile…

completed her task, standing

complete. No trace of

and then felt a faint vibration from

at the

most likely location

eyes darkening, he kicked Gillian’s door in, sending Yannick, who had

lunging at Percival, “Damn you, you’ve ruined

for a brawl, landing a punch squarely on Yannick’s nose, knocking him out

have…” Gillian sat on the bed, draping the sheets

of both vulnerability and

spare her a glance, scouring

puzzled by his actions and clueless about what

eyes, indicating that she should drag the unconscious Yannick

grabbed Yannick by the leg, and hauled him out,

the lock with his kick, meaning no one would need to break it

be even

Yannick in disgust. “Looks like a monkey

barged in, which would definitely attract a crowd. Then, Mara would lead them

would do as well. Mara dragged Yannick away, buying