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.”

spells for Francis was hardly as pressing as tangling in the

struggling to maintain control as her teasing kiss pulled

sofa, then upstairs, the bathroom, and finally

followed was best left

later, Vivienne lay

be more draining than

and

written all over his

should have been more restrained, and Vivienne would

a smile on her lips.

at a

did Vivienne

his lip, whispering, “Don’t worry, Mr.

time was overshadowed by the pleasure

on, there would be

Percival flipped them over, his voice hoarse.

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

lose my life to you would be

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

o’clock in the evening, their

Percival got dressed and began

a seance was a skill Vivienne had honed at the Emerald

the

since joining the monastery, as she had focused mainly on her

the sake of their plan, Francis had to die. But—death came too

troubled. Let him be

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

the villa was cleared of talismans, Vivienne collapsed onto

night, except for a slice of strawberry cheesecake, but today’s exertions had left her

do you fancy? I’ll

moment, then said,

first meal Mr. Wolf had ever made

it was the most delicious pasta in

“Alright, I happened to pick

knowing Vivienne was staying over, he had bought ingredients for the

a supermarket with a fresh