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 palm, her

few words with Mara were enough before she turned to Percival. “Percival, why don’t you take

Mara looked at Percival with remorse. “Percival… Viv…

her smile beaming at Mara. “It’s been a

she would

was

true love, Mr. Wolf merely

I’m not only less appealing than a strawberry cheesecake

Since that was

and stumbled to her feet, only to

never meant for things to go so far. I was awful, please don’t be angry with me anymore?

Though intentionally hard, she had assumed that even if 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 perform, you need to make

no one came to

nearly laughed out loud but managed

fell into an awkward silence until Mara lifted her head, her eyes

smile, mimicking Mara’s tone. “What are you doing? I never blamed you in the first

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

don’t pull this act again. Admitting your mistake is one thing, but

from the corner,

out of elementary school was too much for

sighed. “Mara, Isolde is right. Get up,

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

against the bed, she clutched

to her side, helping Mara back

Mara clung to Cecilia’s hand, her eyes betraying a fragility, like a delicate flower

“With today’s technology, there’s hardly anything that can’t be fixed. Just