The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

On the other side of town, Richard stormed into the bakery with his entourage and bought away every last cake on the shelves. Then, after snatching up a dozen blowguns, he charged towards the nursing home with fury in his eyes.

At that very moment, Baron Brooks was lounging comfortably in a deckchair, soaking up the sun and listening to an opera recording. Life without that pesky Richard was bliss!

Just as he reached for the glass of water on the side table, the door to his room burst open with a violent kick. Startled, he spilled water all over himself and was instantly enraged.

Whirling around, he saw Richard leading a posse with an air of vengeance, each one armed with cakes of all things.

Baron’ brow furrowed in anger, “What’s gotten into you, you old jerk? Why busting into my place with all those cakes?

Did Richard finally find his conscience and decide to throw him a birthday bash? He thought.

But that couldn’t be right; his birthday was months away, deep in December.

Baron braced himself as suspicious picked his nerves. What kind of nasty trick was Richard planning this time?

Richard merely glanced at him dismissively. Without bothering with a single word, he turned to his bodyguards with an order, “Let ’em have it!”

Before Baron could even grasp what was happening, the guns were loaded with cakes and, with a loud “BANG!”, and the pastries smashed precisely onto his bed.

Baron was furious as he bellowed, “Richard! Do you want to get yourself killed?!”

Ignoring his outburst, Richard stood in the center of the room, leaning on his cane with an air of unshakable calm.

The bodyguards fired the cakes one after another, and in moments, the walls, the ceiling, and the furniture in the room were all plastered with creamy shrapnel.

apoplectic, so much so

were fired after

nodded in approval on seeing the disastrous

the nerve. Ignoring the fact that he couldn’t get

to sacrifice himself just to teach Baron a lesson. It simply wasn’t worth

an excellent alternative, and the result was indeed satisfying. The room

in cake splatter;

head for this!” he shouted and lunged forward, but his foot slipped on a piece of cake, sending him crashing to the floor with a pained

regular workouts saved him

If you dare to mess with my granddaughter-in-law again, not only your room will be blasted the next time, but the whole

and see if I dare

retorted immediately, “Nonsense! Nobody bullied your baby granddaughter-in-law. You’re just stirring up trouble

door to annul the wedding and you are still feigning innocence here. Do you need me to help recount how your father bonded with my old man years

taken aback, “Annulling the

off Vivienne and Percival’s engagement and wedding and push for Percival to marry Calista instead! And they were claiming some nonsense about your father and mine arranging a marriage between the best of the Brooks and the Ellington heir. Are you daydreaming?” Richard’s gaze was icy, “Back in the day, your dad saw my dad as an easy mark. He conned my old man into that engagement because the Ellingtons were

memories were flooding

of the Ellingtons so he was aiming to align the Brooks’ with that family. It didn’t matter which Brooks granddaughter married

had objected, but unlike the Ellingtons, which Richard built and ruled, he had no say in the Brooks family,

Richard paid them a visit just to

simmered down and was

why

dissolution agreement,

Baron’ fury, “You tricked me into signing that when I was drunk! You don’t agree with

for drinks, got him sloshed, and made him sign