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 here, you animal!

was finally relieved. Had Mara come later,

leaned casually against the wall, fiddling

as she secured the ropes, holding tools in her hands, looking at the

ship to

explosion at the bow deck, it

romantic and heroic as the Titanic’s

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

imagined herself and Percival on the ship’s bow, spreading their wings to fly, and could not

earpiece with a code: Vivienne, stay

just the beginning,” Vivienne muttered,

Titanic, they would have ensured their story did not

last of the “Morning Glory,” removed

Meanwhile…

also completed her task, standing triumphantly

Wolf, mission complete. No trace of new explosives

tapped his earpiece and then felt a faint vibration from the detector

paused and looked at the device, which had gone silent

area, the most likely

kicked Gillian’s door in, sending Yannick, who had

spat out blood, lunging at Percival, “Damn

time for a brawl, landing a punch squarely on Yannick’s nose,

would have…” Gillian sat on the

picture of both vulnerability

her a

Gillian were puzzled by his actions and clueless about what

Mara with her eyes, indicating that she should drag the unconscious Yannick

and hauled him out, closing the door

the lock with his kick, meaning

be

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

attract a crowd. Then, Mara would lead them to the room Gillian

dragged Yannick away, buying a bit