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Wendy was the first to pick up her milkshake and take a gulp, setting off a reluctant chain reaction
among the others. They had no choice but to follow suit and sip away.
It was not until the last drops of the milkshake were consumed that Vivienne stood up, flicking her wrist
in dismissal, “That’ll do for today. Get some rest, folks. See you all tomorrow.”
With that, Vivienne and Percival left the Boyd residence and returned to the house Maddox had
prepared for them to catch some sleep.
No sooner had they left than Wendy, forgetting her cane, bolted to the bathroom and began to hurl.
The other Boyds followed suit, much to the dismay of the household staff, who pinched their noses in
disgust.
It was revolting.
To have so many people retching at once was unheard of, and Yannick even spewed on Wendy’s
beloved woolen rug.
Already, the house was tainted with the smell of barbeque and smoke, and now this collective upheaval
of recently chewed food added insult to injury.
The odor was insufferable.
The Boyds spent a grueling half-hour vomiting before they finally collapsed back onto the couches,
utterly spent.
The once prized woolen rug had been relegated to the trash, a sight that made Wendy’s heart ache.
Theodore, drained and pale, leaned on his wife’s shoulder, still dry-heaving.
Teresa, repulsed, shoved him away. “Get off me. You stink of decay. It’s disgusting.”
Theodore weakly slapped Teresa, not because he could not bear to hurt his wife, but sheer exhaustion.
“You wench, you think you smell any better?”
“You dare hit me? Believe it or not, I’ll divorce you for this!” Teresa howled, her voice nearly giving out
from the strain.
Dehydrated and powerless, no one had the energy to argue further.
Wendy, propped up on the couch, accepted a glass of water from a servant and said weakly, “Enough
bickering.”
Hayden, the second son who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. “Mom, if you hadn’t eaten so
much, we wouldn’t have followed suit. Why did you have to be so compliant?”
“Yeah, Grandma,” Huxley chimed in. “I gave you so many glances, but you just kept eating, forcing us
to join in.”
Wendy sighed. “Do you really think I wanted to eat that much?”
The others were taken aback.
Eliza, puzzled, looked at her mother. “What do you mean, mom?”
Hayden added, “It wasn’t just you. I didn’t want to eat either, but my hand acted on its own, reaching for
food and bringing it to my mouth.”
Margot choked back a sob. “Dad, could it be we’ve been possessed?”
Both Teresa and Yannick felt similarly manipulated. Teresa confessed, “It was indeed like being
possessed. I moved when Vivienne moved and ate uncontrollably even though I was fully aware.”
Mara shuffled closer to Hayden, frightened. “Don’t scare me, not this late at night.”
“Don’t forget who Vivienne is,” Wendy reminded them coolly.
Before Vivienne and Percival’s arrival in Sea City, Wendy had thoroughly investigated Vivienne—or so
she thought. What she found was likely only what Vivienne wanted to show.
Eliza connected the dots. “Vivienne stayed in some convent in Havenwood before going to Rivenwood.
Maybe she picked up some dark arts there to hex us.”
Mara gasped. “That explains why Percival, of all people, would fall for a country girl. She must have
bewitched him. What do we do now?”
“We’ll handle it,” Yannick growled, still seething from the recent nausea. “Some backwater girl isn’t
going to best us, especially not here in Havenwood.”
Hayden, however, sensed something amiss. “She’s just a girl. Even if she learned something, it
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couldn’t be that powerful. The real masters are all over fifty. There must be another reason.”
“Regardless, Vivienne is trouble. We can’t let her be with Percival, or who knows how much he will
suffer.” Mara pressed, her lips thin. “Plus, Gillian is a far better match for my brother, right?”
The other Boyds agreed with Mara’s statement.
This aligned with the Boyds’ intentions for inviting Percival to Sea City—to marry him to Gillian Ashford
and cement an alliance between the Boyd and Ashford families. No matter how far Vivienne and
Percival had gone, Gillian was destined to wed into their family.
Meanwhile, back at their villa, Vivienne and Percival were settling in for the night.
Percival was curious about Vivienne’s earlier antics. “What did you do to make Wendy so compliant?”
Vivienne giggled, “Just a little trinket from Brody. It’s supposed to control people for half an hour,
making them do as they wish. I simply enhanced it a bit, extending the effect to an hour.”
“Smart,” Percival said, ruffling Vivienne’s hair with pride. “Look at you, my clever girl.”
They laughed together, making their way into the villa, where the servants had everything prepared for
a restful evening.
Vivienne and Percival exchanged a puzzled glance.
Why the rush?
As Vivienne swung the door open, it took just one look to grasp the meaning of the maid’s cryptic words
and why she had taken to her heels.
Scattered across the bed were little boxes of condoms and various instruments that were unequivocally
not for the faint of heart.
Only two sets of what could be considered normal pajamas hung on another rack.
But that was not all. A carpet of rose petals stretched across the floor, leading straight to the bed, and
the air was infused with the heady scent of essential oils emanating from the en-suite bathroom. New
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Vivienne felt like she had stumbled onto the set of some adult film!
Even Percival, with his usually stoic demeanor, felt a blush creeping across his face.
He had, after all, entertained more than a few thoughts about devouring Vivienne in the most intimate
of ways, but not like this!
This was just too… explicit.
His gaze inadvertently caught a glimpse of a particularly seductive nightie, and his eyes involuntarily
darted towards Vivienne.
The very thought of Vivienne, clad in such attire, lying beside him…
He shuddered, trying to push the thought away.
It was a battle between his primal instincts and self-control, and he managed to keep his desires at bay
with sheer force of will.
