The Million-Dollar Heart

Gillian fought with every ounce of her strength, her mind desperately screaming.

"Mara, you fool, if you don't show up soon, Yannick is really going to defile me!" Where on earth had Mara taken Percival to?

If Mara did not arrive shortly, the aromatherapy candle would burn down to the stash of drugs, and even she would not be able to control herself!

"Yannick, let me go! My dad is right outside. Aren't you afraid of getting caught?" Gillian clung desperately to her body, protecting her most vulnerable parts.

Yannick, driven mad with desire, paid no heed to such an impotent threat.

"Oh, how perfect, let your father witness just how slutty his daughter can be. With all the guests outside, you'll have no choice but to marry me, and you'll be Mrs. Boyd whether you like it or not!"

As Yannick spoke, he pinned Gillian's hands to the bed, his hands roaming her body to satisfy his vile cravings.

When he first pursued Gillian, the belle of Sea City, he had been humiliated, and to this day, he was still mocked by his circle of friends.

To make matters worse, in their efforts to arrange Gillian's marriage to Percival, the Boyd family had stirred up trouble with Vivienne, a force to be reckoned with. They had been stripped of their dignity, and his grandmother had even lost her hand, which had not been reattached yet!

And to add insult to injury, reattaching a hand and medical treatment for his grandmother's back would cost a staggering 800 billion!

He thought the Boyd family had gone mad. Why spend so much on someone nearing the end of their life?

But his opinion did not matter; he had to follow the family's plans.

Yet all this was because of Gillian, and today, he was determined to have her submit to him completely.

Gillian could not afford to care about dignity or propriety now. If Yannick had his way, she would be left without a shred of hope.

"Help, somebody, help me! Please, anyone!"

Her cries for help seemed only to excite Yannick further, his movements becoming more forceful.

pleas reached the ears of someone outside

Percival, however, remained unmoved.

plan would be ruined, Mara rushed to knock on the door, yelling, "Open the door! Yannick! Open

Mara's voice, Gillian was finally relieved. Had Mara come later, she might not be able to

kept knocking while Percival leaned casually against

it's ungentlemanly to enjoy the show from the sidelines," Vivienne said as she secured

ship

to cause a malfunction, and coupled with an explosion at the bow

would be as romantic and heroic as the

line, "You jump,

wings to fly, and could

with a code: Vivienne,

little bombs are just the beginning," Vivienne muttered, banishing the distracting thoughts

have ensured their story

finished setting the last of the "Morning Glory," removed the rope anchors, and climbed

Meanwhile...

had also completed her task, standing triumphantly on the

complete. No trace of new explosives

tapped his earpiece and then felt a faint vibration from the detector in his

and looked at the device,

most likely location

Gillian's door in, sending Yannick, who had been

Percival, "Damn you,

no time for a brawl, landing a punch squarely

have..." Gillian sat on the bed, draping the sheets around her, partially concealing

of both

her