The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Jeffrey had always been a hothead, and Vivienne’s challenge sent him over the edge.

In a fit of rage, he hurled his phone at her, shouting, “Are you behind all this crap?”

Vivienne merely glanced at the phone lying on the floor, her elegant features cool and detached. She did not move an inch, just quietly observing Jeffrey.

At that moment, Percival stepped forward and crushed Jeffrey’s phone underfoot, swiftly turning it into a heap of electronic waste.

The next second, Jeffrey found himself unable to move. Panic crossed his face. “Vivienne, what the hell did you do to me?” His eyes bore into hers, but other than his eyes and his mouth, nothing else in his body responded to his mind.

With a casual flick of her hair behind her ear, Vivienne replied indifferently, “An eye for an eye. You have a problem with that?”

“You!”

Before Jeffrey could retort, Vivienne’s fingers twitched, and a silver needle flew from her fingertips.

Jeffrey’s words were instantly cut off.

Seeing the scene unfold, Henry realized his options were dwindling. The only path left was to plead with his father, Richard.

He dropped to his knees before Richard, begging, “Dad! I messed up. Please give me another chance. I swear I’ll never do this again. I can’t go to jail!

I just wasn’t thinking, Dad. Please, for all the years I’ve dedicated to our family business, forgive me this once.”

He knew the gravity of his situation.

The money he had embezzled over the years was enough to land him behind bars!

Richard placed his cane down and slowly sat on the couch, his aged face void of expression. “As of today, you are no longer welcome at the company, and don’t you dare show your face in this house again!”

Henry felt as though he had been struck by lightning.

Was Richard casting him out from the Ellington family?

the

get out

suffering, Jeffrey’s still sick, and we have no means of income. You can’t just

clung to

mess, would you still be here begging me? All

sofa, her husband was to be taken away, and her daughter was still

on Vivienne, sitting there with a faint smile. She grabbed a vase from the table and hurled it

this is all

a swift kick, Vivienne

long gash across her face. She always prized her beauty, and now,

her hands and screamed, “Ah!

frowned at

So annoying.

silver needle flew out with a flick of her

Vivienne cleared her ears.

Much better.

not always be

scene unfolded in the Ellington household. There was crying without tears, bleeding without sound, their

at Heloise before addressing the tax officials. “Officers, my son has broken the law, and the Ellington family will not shield a criminal.

officials stepped forward and escorted Henry

voice was gone;

had left, Percival

they were dragged out of the

peace returned to the Ellington

red-faced and fuming, took his time

acupressure points on Richard’s hand to

great debt today. If not for you, who knows how long that ungrateful son of mine might have kept

Ryan’s sneaky dealings, but since the sums were

because of the poison aimed at Percival; Percival wanted to keep a low profile; Richard was old, and his

had given him the reins of the company, while Henry and Ryan were kept away from crucial positions. To Richard, a

as the Ellingtons, some were bound to be not exactly

knew his sons’ true colors but just could