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.

much so that he nearly passed

were fired

in approval on seeing the disastrous room, “Perfect!

up the nursing home, but despite his rashness, he couldn’t muster the nerve. Ignoring the fact that he couldn’t get his hands

to sacrifice himself just to teach Baron a

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

covered in cake splatter; his clothes

but his foot slipped on a piece of cake, sending him crashing

regular workouts saved him from a more serious

with my granddaughter-in-law again, not only your room will be blasted the next

defiantly, “Don’t believe me? Just try it and see if

twisted in pain and anger, retorted immediately, “Nonsense! Nobody bullied your baby granddaughter-in-law. You’re just stirring

now, are we?” Richard’s smile was menacing. “Your family people had kicked my door to annul the wedding and you are still feigning innocence here. Do you need me to help

aback, “Annulling

a marriage between the best of the Brooks and the Ellington heir. Are you daydreaming?” Richard’s gaze

his memories

to align the Brooks’ with that family. It didn’t matter which Brooks granddaughter married into the Ellingtons; securing a match with the heir

objected, but unlike the Ellingtons, which Richard built and ruled, he had no say in the Brooks family, which was built all by his father

a visit just to tell them

disagreement had simmered down and was eventually

was clueless as to why it

into him, “I didn’t just disagree back then; I drafted a dissolution agreement, which you

signing that when I was drunk! You don’t agree with

lured him out for drinks, got him sloshed, and made