The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Although he did not know the specifics of that organization, the fact that Scott was second-in-command was a testament to his high status.

And from the moment Vivienne began to settle scores with the Brooks family, he knew Scott’s deeds would one day come to light.

Vivienne was somewhat of an enigma to him. Their interactions had been few, and it was hard to say they shared a close bond, but he could tell that the face she presented to the world was not her true self.

Her arrival at the Brooks family was driven by Karen’s death and possibly by the organization lurking behind Scott.

So, he stripped Scott of his position as head of the family, hoping to distract Vivienne and Percival while secretly aiding Scott.

All these actions were his way of making amends.

Scott’s smile froze on his face, and perhaps it was the way the light hit him, but his usually calm and composed features now seemed twisted and terrifying. “Offset? Haha, offset, you say?”

Scott’s gaze followed Baron’s retreating figure, a glimmer of hatred flashing in his eyes.

“You have no idea what I’ve been through, so you have no right to speak to me of forgiveness!”

Scott would never forget the poison injected into his veins, the whip marks that had scarred his flesh, and the relentless crushing of his spirit.

These were cold memories that still sent shivers down his spine.

Vivienne, observing Scott’s expression, could imagine what he had endured.

Some choose to either perish or be reborn in the Abyss, but others, like Scott, only continue to drag more innocents into its depths.

He inflicted the pain he had suffered on others, finding satisfaction and validation in their torment.

Baron slowly stood up, using the back of the sofa for support, and approached Scott.

“If you harbor hatred, I won’t blame you. I have failed you regardless of whether you are my flesh and blood. If you want to kill me, go ahead.”

“Grandpa!” Ronald stepped in front of Baron, his voice desperate. “Uncle, if you must kill, then kill me, but don’t harm Grandpa, please!”

wrapped his

in Percival’s car and crafted it, too. I know you’re here today for

in his hand, his thumb pressing hard on the

“No!!”

silence, but the explosion that everyone

button repeatedly, but no blast

broke the

a faint smile playing on her

at her in shock. “How? What

intelligence. Hiding the bomb inside Baron’s cane? Such a lame trick. How did Mr. B ever see your

if she

way Vivienne could discover his plan and had

have caused a significant explosion. At most, it would’ve been enough to kill the two of you,” Vivienne said as she walked forward and picked

glanced at Scott, her voice steady. “You made a mistake using a remote device. If it were like the old times, requiring a physical trigger, I

dawned on Scott that Vivienne had known about the new bomb all

He had lost.

Scott pushed Baron away and drew a knife,

intercepting Scott

sneak up on Vivienne?” Leopold held Scott, only to realize Vivienne had not

Percival remained

Something was off.

breath, realizing he

Vivienne had drugged him!

his head to look at Percival. “Why won’t you

shrugged nonchalantly. “My

understanding washed over him, and a tear trickled down as he laughed softly. “Vivienne,

truly harm the daughter of the woman he

didn’t kill my mother. However, you had the intention to. You think you

silent. He had no

deeply and was willing to

a ray of light that shone into his life, bringing hope to all the darkness