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?”

could detect a note

the aura he exuded – one of unflinching ruthlessness – was never present in Mr.

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

of Calista, seemingly earnest in her

Calista stuttered, seated on the ground,

my girl. It’s a shame, really. Raising her to be wiped out just like

raced. Mr. B –

explain the sudden

what would you have

her life hung by a thread, useful only for

as he patted her head. “Good girl.

of me!” Calista agreed instantly, her survival

“Then brace yourself.”

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

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

and filled with misery, Calista blacked

…

At the Ellington family.

was an exception. With Fiona in her wheelchair, brought

Vivienne were the last

Vivienne greeted, sitting beside him as naturally as

watched with barely veiled jealousy. Even after years of marriage into the family, she had never dared to claim such intimacy with

now the family’s all here. Once your uncle arrives, we can start dinner,” Richard announced, clearly delighted at the prospect

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