The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Wendy’s withered hand was trampled beneath the feet of her sons and daughters-in-law, kicked around as though it were a soccer ball.

Wendy was yanked from her wheelchair to the floor by Nancy, like a dying, desiccated old dog, repeatedly jabbed by the pointed heel of Nancy’s stiletto.

Vivienne said nothing.

Percival said nothing.

Such dutiful descendants Wendy had indeed!

“You useless old hag, I’ve tolerated you for far too long. Our side of the family has done the most; in the end, we’re left with nothing. Your blatant favoritism for your daughter could make a saint rage, and now you still expect to charm us with a mere sliver of shares? Ptooey!”

Eliza was no better off. Teresa had always been the most envious of the Ashford family’s assets, and now that they were all in Eliza’s hands, her resentment was even more palpable.

Thinking of the energy and the sacrifices her son had made for such meager gains only stoked Teresa’s fury, making her blows all the more vicious.

“You little vixen, I knew you were never as kindhearted as you pretended, flaunting your shares as bait. You really overestimate yourself. If you don’t cough up the Ashford family’s funds today, I’ll beat you to a pulp!”

Once greed infects the human heart, it ceases to be human at all.

Vivienne had seen her fair share of families torn apart by petty squabbles over inheritance; the Brooks and the Ellingtons had succumbed to similar fates.

For the sake of money, they would abandon principles and kinship without a second thought.

The Boyds were no different, willing to tear each other apart over a fortune, treating their elderly mother’s hand as if it were nothing more than trash to be kicked around.

Sharp stilettos and ring-adorned fists became weapons in the battle for wealth.

Even without this fortune, such a family was destined to become a casualty of greed before long.

Percival draped his coat over Vivienne’s shoulders and embraced her, steering her away from the Boyd Mansion.

reckoning

the Boyd Mansion, Vivienne received a text

Patrick’s been

pocketed her phone, “Wendy still has that kind

of

expand their business. With Patrick in such hot water, the

What a joke.

approval apparent. “The people my mother

…

freshly dressed and invigorated with some medicine, finally stepped through the

flung herself at her father. “Dad, you’re finally back. I was so scared,

ruffled his daughter’s hair. “Didn’t I tell you I’d be gone for a bit and back

said, leading him to the couch. “Dad, I did everything you told me to. But how did you know the Boyds would

the airhead, yearning to be the darling of Sea City’s elite bachelors,

words Eliza had thrown at her were nothing but

clear to her that the contract was Eliza’s attempt to monopolize the Ashford family’s

capture the prey without hunting, how

in trouble and the Boyds came

Eliza approached, Gillian feigned panic and, under

greedy dogs in the Boyd family would not miss a chance to gnaw on a bone. But they should check if they’ve got the teeth for it. Gillian, once I swallow up the Boyd Group,

knew you’d always look out for me, Dad. I’ll listen to you from now on and

I won’t let you suffer. But remember, never act

more profound, his murky eyes harboring a strange light, betraying his

fantasies, Gillian missed her father’s

called a press conference to

I had crossed any legal lines. Instead, unscrupulous competitors tried to frame the Ashford Group and me in hopes of seizing our assets during the chaos. The nation has now vindicated me, lifting all restrictions, and I ask

nor the Ashford Group will engage in any unlawful activities. We are committed to being law-abiding citizens. Thank

through live streams and media coverage, effectively severing his association with the three-ton

conference, Patrick stepped down from the