The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

In the dimly lit basement of a house tucked away in the sleepy suburb of Rivenwood, Calista found herself inexplicably transported to this place, shrouded in darkness.

She huddled on the cold floor, with the constant, eerie sound of dripping water echoing throughout the room. Each drop seemed to land directly on her heart, causing her to shiver uncontrollably.

The bruises from Mr. B’s beating had not fully healed, and she winced at the occasional twinge of pain.

After what felt like an eternity, punctuated only by drifting in and out of sleep, Calista finally heard footsteps approaching.

Scrambling to kneel, she began to plead toward the sound, “Mr. B, I’ve done it – I’ve developed the Boar Poison, just like the sample you gave me. Please, I beg you, let me go!”

Click.

A blinding light suddenly filled the room, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut in pain and fear.

“You’ve got the wrong person, sweetheart. Stand up.”

Calista’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of the voice, not unlike the mechanical tone Mr. B had once used before dropping her facade.

As her eyes adjusted, she could make out a figure dressed just like Mr. B – a trench coat and a fedora shadowing his face.

“You’re not Mr. B?” She whispered, disbelief lacing her words.

“I’m the boss, the one she answered to. Call me boss if you like, but I’m not fond of the title. I prefer you call me F-Poison.”

F-Poison dusted off her coat nonchalantly. “Ah, got it. You thought I was Belle because of the outfit, right?”

terror, Calista could detect a note of amusement in the grating

aura he exuded – one of unflinching

is Mr. B. I told her that name was too harsh, not fitting for a girl. ‘Clementine’ would’ve been much cuter. Don’t you agree, Dr.

squatted in front of Calista, seemingly

say is right…” Calista stuttered, seated

shame, really. Raising her to be

B –

would explain the

ventured, “Mr. F, what would you have me do?

knew her life hung by a thread,

patted her head. “Good girl. I do have a task for

Mr. F. Whatever you ask of me!”

“Then brace yourself.”

the face. As Calista fell, her consciousness fading. She watched F-Poison

the living hell out of Calista, F-Poison said calmly, “I don’t have a choice. Vivienne recognizes people by their bones,

filled with misery,

…

At the Ellington family.

and tonight was an exception. With Fiona in her wheelchair, brought by Heloise, and even the elusive Kenneth present, there was a sense

and Vivienne were the last to arrive,

Vivienne greeted, sitting beside him as naturally as if she had always belonged

never dared to claim such intimacy with Richard. Yet here

the family’s all here. Once your uncle arrives, we can start

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