The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 1

On a July evening, around seven o’clock when the sky was still not completely dark.

On Emerald Mountain, Vivienne was standing in front of a nameless grave, dressed in black casual clothes with a cold expression. She said to the tombstone, “Mother, tomorrow marks the end of our ten–year pact. You asked me to temper my edge for a decade, and I’ve done it. Tomorrow, I’m going back to the Hawthorn family.”

It was so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard. Suddenly, a loud “bang” made Vivienne turn her head. There was a black car not too far away, skewed to the side. Obviously, a tire had blown.

A man stepped out of the car, dressed in black sportswear, staggering forward as if he was injured. Then, about a dozen men followed him, all dressed in black.

Percival turned his head and looked back. His face bore a layer of coldness, and he clutched his abdomen with one hand, his lips turning pale.

“Just give up. We’ve paid such a high price. You can’t escape, the men in black closed in on Percival. The leader of the group had an expressionless face, emanating a strong aura of menace.

“You think you can catch me?” Percival narrowed his eyes, his voice icy. He felt a sharp pain in his stomach, like a knife cutting into him. He could feel his blood draining out and knew he couldn’t hold on much longer.

“Let’s see about that,” after the leader of the men in black spoke, he launched an attack towards Percival

Just then, a stone came flying and hit the man in black, who immediately fell to his knees.

The man in

“You’re disturbing my mother’s rest. Can you fight

assassins, each one a formidable force.

in the next life.” The man in black ordered, “Kill her.” His followers immediately rushed at

stunned. He saw that the dozen or so assassins didn’t even have a chance to react before they all

standing in the same spot, her face emotionless, not even blinking. If it weren’t for the sight of her

voice was ice–cold.

single finger of the girl. While waiting for Vivienne’s response, the men in black all passed out. Vivienne glanced at them and then looked at Percival not too far a away. His heartbeat quickened as he saw her clear eyes, as clear as the moon. Collecting his thoughts, he walked over and said gently, “Thank you.” Vivienne glanced at him, “I didn’t do it to save you.” She just didn’t want her conversation with her mother to be interrupted. After saying that, Vivienne turned around and lightly patted the tombstone, “Mom, I’m leaving. Take care.” Vivienne waved her hand and moved on. “Wait a minute…” Percival didn’t finish his sentence

of wind picked up around her. Vivienne stopped and looked at the tombstone, “You want me to save him?” There was no response, Vivienne was silent

down, opened Percival’s clothes and saw that he had a serious wound on his stomach. But it wasn’t a big deal, She took out a small porcelain bottle from her bag, sprinkled some powder, and

see that the pill was a highly sought–after healing medicine on the black market. One pill was worth fifty dollars and

pill, Vivienne didn’t stay any longer and walked

the Hawthorn Mansion in

long as I’m alive, Vivienne will never get into our family.” An angry

eyes slightly to look at the furious Beatrice in front of her. Her gazes were meaningful and her

already gotten the news and called them to the Hawthorn Mansion. As soon as they entered, Beatrice made it clear that she didn’t agree with Vivienne

emotions. After ten years, he finally found his daughter. He was overjoyed but never expected