The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

An hour had passed before Mara finally stirred, a ghostly pallor on her face. Her voice was a weak whisper, barely there.

She had never felt so terrible in her life—it was like being on death’s doorstep!

That Gillian had actually given her a bottle of sleeping pills, and here she had thought they were vitamins.

If only she had known, she would not have taken a single one!

“Mara, you’re awake.” Cecilia’s voice carried a mixture of relief and worry, as if a great weight had been lifted from her heart upon seeing Mara’s eyes open.

To underscore her feebleness, Mara coughed deliberately, a decision she instantly regretted as her stomach convulsed painfully.

“Auntie, what happened to me?” Mara’s eyes brimmed with tears, but her pain was genuine.

Cecilia sat by the hospital bed, wiping away the tears streaking Mara’s face. “Oh, you silly girl. Do you have any idea how close you came to never seeing me again?”

Mara feigned shock, glancing down at her wrist as if seeing it anew, a look of realization crossing her face. “I… I’m sorry, Auntie. I just wasn’t thinking straight.”

“You really…” Cecilia held Mara’s hand, her heart full of unsaid words.

Across the room, Percival sat brooding on the couch, his eyes stormy as the horizon’s edge.

Vivienne, on the other hand, watched the scene with a certain amusement.

Such a promising talent, indeed.

Mara seemed to be cut from the same cloth as Gillian had been.

If she were to be signed and groomed properly, she might even outshine Kala!

Kala: Impossible, utterly impossible!

her

turned to Percival. “Percival,

Mara looked at Percival with

stood, looping her arm through Percival’s, her smile beaming at Mara. “It’s been

such that even she would have been surprised at

driven—Vivienne was all

love, Mr. Wolf merely

only less appealing

to her. Since that was the case, she was not about to miss

out her IV and stumbled to her feet, only to collapse to her

I was wrong about everything before. Please forgive me. Gillian and Grandma misled me, and I never meant for things to go so far. I was awful, please don’t be angry with me anymore? I admit my

Percival did nothing and Isolde was too young to understand, at least Cecilia would rush to stop her. After all, if you’re going to

one

laughed out loud but

until Mara lifted her head, her eyes filled

“What are you doing? I never blamed you in the

at Vivienne, noting her barely suppressed mirth. He smiled, affectionately ruffling her hair. “Yeah, Vivienne is so

has the biggest heart. She doesn’t hold grudges easily. Mara, don’t pull this act again. Admitting your

from the

elementary school was too much for

“Mara, Isolde is right. Get up, what’s with

back onto her feet, and whether by design

she clutched her cheek. “Ah, it

then did Cecilia move to her side, helping Mara back into bed.

clung to Cecilia’s hand, her eyes

hardly anything that can’t be