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.”

at Gillian, fists flying. “Vivienne, you

Gillian grabbed Calista’s

was relentless, nearly

was soon drenched in blood. Yet the two women, one

in Rivenwood, she had been a constant target of

now, her

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

Vivienne had left the YQ Research Center and approached their

reached for the car door, Percival grasped her wrist. “I’ve given this car

a spendthrift,”

served her right, this car was a recent splurge by Percival. When had he become so

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

this car and jacket.

this

nothing,” Percival insisted

fit for his Vivienne. The thought of her being sullied by such contact

“Alright, we’ll do it your

they spoke, Thomas wheeled up another car. “Mr. and

when her phone

was private, and she rarely received unsolicited calls. Who could

glance at Percival, she answered on

it’s really you! I’m in an M State sanatorium,

“Hand it over.”

and anxious, the other frail and unsteady, as if

the second voice oddly

“Carl?”

took a moment before saying, “Yes, it’s

line went dead

but there

that? A sanatorium in M State?

Carl

signal, pinpointing a sanatorium in

head out of