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.

allowed to have his way with Gillian or the entire plan would be ruined, Mara rushed to knock on the door, yelling, “Open the door! Yannick! Open the door! Percival is

finally relieved. Had Mara come later, she might not be able

leaned casually against the wall,

sidelines,” Vivienne said as she secured the

setup would not blow the entire ship to pieces, just enough to damage the

sufficient to cause a malfunction, and coupled with an explosion at the bow deck, it

would be as romantic and heroic as the

mind played the iconic line, “You jump, I jump,” an

their wings to fly,

with a code: Vivienne, stay

bombs are just the beginning,” Vivienne muttered, banishing

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

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

Meanwhile…

had also completed her task, standing triumphantly on

Wolf, mission complete. No trace of new explosives

a

the device, which

most likely location was, surprisingly,

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

blood, lunging at Percival,

had no time for a brawl, landing a punch squarely on

you had not, I would have…” Gillian sat on

picture of both vulnerability and

spare her

by his actions and clueless about what he was

indicating that she should drag the unconscious

and hauled

broken the lock with his kick, meaning no one

be even

like

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

Mara dragged Yannick away, buying