The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Brody stepped aside, his hand gently cupping Gillian’s cheek, directing her gaze toward the front door.

There, Percival and Vivienne stood, arm in arm, beaming at her with the radiant joy of a blooming bouquet.

Gillian’s eyes widened in disbelief, unable to comprehend the spectacle before her.

What on earth was happening?

Hadn’t Percival taken the bait already?

How could this be?

Where in the world was she?

With a casual wave, Percival called out to Gillian, “Don’t just hop into a stranger’s ride.”

With that, he wrapped his arm around Vivienne’s waist, and they strolled away.

Despair engulfed Gillian. It felt like she was staring into an abyss that was her life’s end.

But unbeknownst to her, dying wouldn’t be easy—not with Brody holding the reins.

Brody fished out a spray bottle from Gillian’s purse, examining it with a smirk, “Whoa, isn’t this the powerful aphrodisiac I whipped up a few years back? Just a drop, and it’ll have you in a frenzy of desire.”

Swallowing hard, Gillian glared defiantly, “What… what do you plan to do with me? I’m warning you, don’t you dare touch me!”

Brody let out a scoff. “Lady, are you for real? Even if I were desperate to hit the sack with you, you’d be the one getting lucky. Where’s this confidence coming from?”

With that, he sprayed half the bottle on Gillian’s lower body. “I’ve never seen someone that eager, and I’m curious.”

In a mere second, Gillian was writhing in agony, her cries filled with torment. It was hell.

Brody relished her suffering, his gaze shifting to the curious Calista as a wicked idea took root.

“Calista,” he said slyly, “this lady here is crazy about Percival. It’s because of her that he ditched you.”

and she lunged at Gillian, fists

grabbed Calista’s hands, directing them toward

unhinged, was relentless, nearly tearing

operating table was soon drenched in blood. Yet the two women, one crazed, the other delirious, continued their struggle, oblivious to

Since her arrival in Rivenwood, she had

her fate seemed

the sidelines, finding the spectacle immensely entertaining. “Gillian’s

and Vivienne had left the YQ Research Center and approached their

reached for the car door, Percival grasped her wrist.

such a

was a recent splurge by Percival. When had he become so

scolding, disdainfully shed his suit jacket, tossing it along with the car keys onto the hood of

this car and jacket. They’re

“All this fuss over

nothing,” Percival insisted

that other women had touched was no longer fit for his Vivienne. The thought of her being sullied by such contact was

nodded in agreement. “Alright,

wheeled up another car. “Mr. and Mrs. Ellington,

had barely settled in when her phone rang

private, and she rarely received

a glance at Percival, she

I’m in an

“Hand it over.”

anxious, the other frail and unsteady, as if recovering

found the

“Carl?”

took a moment before saying, “Yes, it’s me, Vivienne. Come

dead before he could

but there was no

off. Who was that? A sanatorium in

Why would Carl call her, urging her to

Carl’s signal, pinpointing a sanatorium in

out of the