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.

rushed to knock on the door, yelling, “Open

Gillian was finally relieved. Had Mara come later, she

casually against the wall, fiddling

sidelines,” Vivienne said as she secured

blow the entire ship to pieces, just enough to damage

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

romantic and heroic as the Titanic’s

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

on the ship’s bow, spreading their wings

a code: Vivienne, stay

are just the beginning,” Vivienne muttered,

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

of the “Morning Glory,” removed the rope anchors, and

Meanwhile…

also completed her task, standing triumphantly on the

mission complete. No trace of new explosives

felt a faint vibration from the detector

the

the area, the most likely location was, surprisingly,

Yannick, who had been about to confront

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

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

I would have…” Gillian sat on the bed, draping the sheets around her, partially

of both vulnerability

not spare her a glance, scouring the

by his actions

that

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

with his kick, meaning no one

be even

kicked Yannick in disgust. “Looks like a monkey but heavy

been for 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,