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.”

pressing as

softly, struggling to maintain control as

then upstairs, the bathroom, and finally

followed was

hours later, Vivienne lay

be more

hours, and she was

all over his face. “I’m sorry,

He should have been more restrained,

arms around his neck, a smile on her lips. “Sorry for what? Not

was at

Vivienne

rolled on top of him, biting his lip, whispering, “Don’t worry, Mr. Wolf. I’ll

pain of the first time was overshadowed

on, there would be no stopping

flipped them over,

giggled. “I am a siren indeed, Mr. Wolf. Be careful you don’t lose

lose my life to you would be bliss,”

Another indescribable scene unfolded.

ten o’clock in the

got dressed and

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

expand the monastery’s fame, so

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

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

troubled. Let him be reborn in the realm

for others, her training was ingrained, and she performed with ease.

the villa was cleared of talismans, Vivienne collapsed onto the sofa in

ate at night, except for a slice of strawberry cheesecake, but today’s exertions had

“What do

then said, “I crave your homemade

first meal Mr. Wolf had ever made for her

believed it was the

I happened to pick

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

passing a supermarket with a fresh pasta stand, he