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!

propped her chin in her

to Percival. “Percival, why don’t you take Isolde back home? Everything’s

looked at Percival with remorse. “Percival…

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

warmth was such that even she would have

was driven—Vivienne was all

true love, Mr. Wolf merely

“Now I’m not only less appealing than a strawberry cheesecake

out to her. Since that was the case, she was not about to miss this opportunity to overplay

stumbled to her feet, only to collapse to her

Grandma misled me, and I never meant for things to go so far.

intentionally hard, she had assumed that even if Percival did nothing and Isolde was too young

no one came to her

but managed to keep her

into an awkward silence until Mara lifted her head, her eyes filled with fear and

tone. “What are you doing? I never

mirth. He smiled, affectionately ruffling

Vivienne has the biggest heart. She doesn’t hold grudges easily. Mara, don’t pull this act again. Admitting your mistake is one thing, but forgiveness comes

from the

a kid fresh out of elementary school was too much for Mara’s

right. Get up, what’s with this

back onto her feet, and whether by design or not, she winced at a sudden pain

she clutched her cheek.

side, helping Mara back

Cecilia’s hand, her eyes betraying a fragility, like a delicate flower about to be blown

hardly anything that can’t