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.”

Francis was hardly as pressing as tangling in the sheets with

Percival gasped softly, struggling to maintain control as her teasing kiss

to the sofa, then upstairs, the bathroom,

followed was best

later, Vivienne lay spent in

to be

and

guilt written all over his face. “I’m sorry,

more restrained, and Vivienne would not be

smile on her lips. “Sorry for what? Not

was at a

did Vivienne

his lip, whispering, “Don’t worry, Mr. Wolf. I’ll take

of the first time was overshadowed by the pleasure

now on, there would be no stopping her from

flipped

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

my life to you would be bliss,” Percival murmured

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

ten o’clock in the evening, their stormy

dressed

skill Vivienne had honed at the Emerald Monastery, which also offered such

desire to expand the monastery’s fame, so they

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

sake of their plan, Francis had to die.

his afterlife would be troubled. Let him be

her training was ingrained, and she performed with ease. In just about an hour, she was

cleared of talismans, Vivienne collapsed onto the sofa in Percival’s embrace. “Mr. Wolf, I’m

a slice of strawberry

hair. “What do you fancy? I’ll have

said, “I crave your

first meal Mr. Wolf had

time, she still believed it was the most delicious pasta in the

happened to pick up some fresh ingredients

didn’t usually keep much food here, but knowing Vivienne was staying over, he had bought ingredients for the

pasta, but passing a supermarket