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.

so that he

cake cannons were fired after

approval on seeing the disastrous room, “Perfect!

Ignoring the fact that he couldn’t get his hands on a real bomb, the nursing home was

to sacrifice himself just to teach Baron a

after much thought, the cake assault seemed like an excellent alternative, and the

in

foot slipped on a piece of cake, sending him crashing

saved him from

sneered at the sight, “That’s a lesson for you, old man. If you dare to mess with my granddaughter-in-law

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

anger, retorted immediately, “Nonsense! Nobody bullied your baby

Richard’s smile was menacing. “Your family people had kicked my door to annul the wedding and you are

aback, “Annulling

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 thriving under my

faltered; his memories were flooding

deal. His father valued the capability and fortune of the Ellingtons so he was aiming to align the Brooks’ with that family. It didn’t matter which

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

situation but Richard paid them a visit just to tell them he rejected

simmered down and was eventually

was clueless as to why it

drafted a dissolution agreement, which you signed personally. Have you forgotten everything before sending yourself into the grave,

tricked me into signing that when I was drunk!

out for drinks, got him sloshed, and made him sign that