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

Percival, however, remained unmoved.

Yannick could not be allowed to have his way with Gillian or the entire plan would be ruined, Mara rushed to knock on the door, yelling, "Open the

Mara's voice, Gillian was finally relieved. Had Mara come

leaned casually against the wall, fiddling with his

secured the ropes, holding tools in her hands, looking

particular setup would not blow the entire ship to pieces, just enough to damage

coupled with an explosion at the bow deck, it would leave the

be as romantic and heroic as

"You jump, I jump," an exquisitely

spreading their wings to

on his earpiece with a code: Vivienne, stay

little bombs are just the beginning," Vivienne muttered,

have ensured their story

setting the last of the "Morning Glory," removed the rope

Meanwhile...

completed her task, standing triumphantly on the

Wolf, mission complete. No trace of new explosives

tapped his earpiece and then felt a faint vibration from the

looked at the device, which had

likely location was, surprisingly, Gillian's

he kicked Gillian's door in, sending Yannick, who had been about to confront the intruder, sprawling to

out blood, lunging at Percival, "Damn you, you've ruined my

time for a brawl, landing a punch

finally come... If you had not, I would have..." Gillian sat on the bed, draping the sheets around her, partially concealing

was a picture of

her a glance, scouring