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 chin in her

Cecilia, a few words with Mara were enough before she turned to Percival. “Percival, why

looked at Percival with remorse. “Percival… Viv…

through Percival’s, her smile beaming

warmth was such that even she

was driven—Vivienne was

was her true love, Mr.

I’m not only less appealing than a strawberry cheesecake but also

had not expected that Vivienne would actually reach out to her. Since that was the case, she was not about to miss

and stumbled to her feet, only to collapse to her knees

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

hitting the floor. Though intentionally hard, she had assumed that even if Percival did nothing and Isolde was too young to understand, at least

no one came

laughed out loud but managed to keep her

her head, her eyes filled with fear

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

mirth. He smiled, affectionately ruffling her hair. “Yeah, Vivienne is so magnanimous,

pull this act again. Admitting your mistake is one thing, but forgiveness comes from genuine remorse, not from such theatrics. Why make

from the corner,

by a kid fresh out of elementary

is right. Get up, what’s with this kneeling

screamed silently. Reluctantly, she climbed back onto her feet, and whether by design or not, she winced at a

she clutched her cheek. “Ah,

to her side, helping

eyes betraying a fragility, like a delicate flower about to

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