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.

that Yannick could not be allowed to have his way with Gillian or the entire plan would be ruined, Mara rushed to knock on the door, yelling,

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

kept knocking while Percival leaned casually against the wall, fiddling with his

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 to

it was sufficient to cause a malfunction, and coupled with an explosion at the bow deck, it would leave the vessel rudderless, with a

as romantic and

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

on the ship’s bow, spreading their wings to fly, and could not help

a code: Vivienne, stay focused and

beginning,” Vivienne muttered, banishing the distracting

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

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

Meanwhile…

her task, standing

Wolf, mission complete. No trace of

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

and looked at the device, which

area, the most likely location

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

at Percival, “Damn you,

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

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

picture of

not spare her a glance,

his actions and clueless about what he was

her eyes, indicating that she should drag the

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

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

would be even more

in disgust. “Looks like a monkey

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

do as well. Mara dragged Yannick away, buying a bit