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.

would be ruined, Mara rushed to knock on the door,

Had Mara come later, she might not be able to hold

casually against the wall,

said as she secured the ropes, holding

setup would not blow the entire ship to pieces, just

malfunction, and coupled with an explosion at the bow deck, it would leave the vessel rudderless,

as romantic

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

ship’s bow, spreading their wings to

his earpiece with a

beginning,” Vivienne muttered, banishing the distracting thoughts

had been on Titanic, they would have ensured their story did not end in regret but

Glory,” removed

Meanwhile…

had also completed her task, standing triumphantly on the

Wolf, mission complete. No trace of new explosives

felt a faint vibration from the detector in

the device, which had gone silent

likely

who had been about to

at Percival,

time for a brawl, landing a punch squarely on

you had not, I would have…” Gillian sat on the bed, draping the sheets around her, partially concealing her bruised

of

did not spare her

his actions and clueless about what he

signaled Mara with her eyes, indicating that she should

by the leg, and hauled him out, closing

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

would be even more

in disgust. “Looks like a monkey but heavy as a

which would definitely attract a crowd. Then, Mara would lead them to the room Gillian was in so everyone could

dragged