The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Percival glanced up and found himself staring into Vivienne’s eyes, filled with desire. He coughed awkwardly.

“I’ll just go get changed.”

He rarely visited this villa, and even when he did, he preferred to shower in the master bedroom upstairs.

Today, he had come home late after wrapping up some work and figured that Vivienne would be arriving soon, so he decided to freshen up downstairs.

He never expected to bump into Vivienne like this.

Her gaze seemed to devour him.

The feeling was mutual.

Yet, they weren’t married yet, and Percival didn’t want to take things too far before their wedding day. He believed that was the greatest respect he could show Vivienne.

Just as Percival was about to change, Vivienne pounced, wrapping her legs around his waist, her voice dripping with seduction. “Mr. Wolf, can’t wait for me to take you? Denial isn’t your strong suit!”

Percival was speechless, denying it inwardly, “That’s not true, not at all.”

Vivienne eyed his thin, enticing lips, swallowing hard.

What should she do? She was dying for a taste! But it seemed Mr. Wolf wasn’t too keen on the idea.

Would it be so wrong to steal a kiss?

Percival, feeling her gaze, said helplessly, “Vivienne, you’re drooling!”

“You’re too tempting!” Vivienne admitted, aware of her own desire.

It was pathetic, really. She had no defense against Mr. Wolf’s irresistible charm.

Percival, holding Vivienne, said tenderly, “Darling, come down. We’ve got business to attend to.”

Vivienne intended to comply, but her body had other plans.

Just the sight of Mr. Wolf’s lips made her want to taste them.

And with that thought, she acted, biting down on Percival’s lip, her voice sultry. “Business can wait.”

hardly as pressing as

Percival gasped softly, struggling to maintain control as her teasing

to the sofa, then upstairs, the bathroom, and finally the

followed was

Vivienne lay spent

to be more draining than her regular fitness

two hours, and she was completely

guilt written all over

He should have been more restrained, and Vivienne would not be this

a smile

at a

Vivienne

him, biting his lip,

first time was overshadowed by the pleasure

be no stopping her

back any longer, Percival flipped them over, his voice hoarse.

siren indeed, Mr. Wolf. Be careful you don’t

life to you would be bliss,” Percival murmured before their

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

at ten o’clock in the evening, their stormy escapade

got dressed and

a seance was a skill Vivienne had honed at the Emerald Monastery,

the monastery’s fame, so

it was her first time conducting one since joining the monastery,

Francis had to die. But—death came too easily

needed to ensure his afterlife would be troubled. Let him be reborn in the realm

was ingrained, and

of talismans, Vivienne collapsed onto

of

“What do you fancy? I’ll have

moment, then said, “I crave your

had ever made

believed it was the most

forehead affectionately. “Alright, I happened to pick up some fresh

was

supermarket with a fresh pasta stand,