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 mind racing with

with Mara were enough before she turned to Percival. “Percival, why don’t you take Isolde back home?

at Percival with remorse. “Percival…

arm through Percival’s, her smile beaming

she would have been

was all about

was her true love, Mr. Wolf

appealing than a

that Vivienne would actually reach out to her. Since that was the case,

stumbled to her feet, only to collapse to

me, and I never meant for things to go

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 it look

no one came to

loud but managed to keep her

Mara lifted her head, her eyes filled with fear

tone. “What are you doing? I

He smiled, affectionately

hold grudges easily. Mara, don’t pull this act again. Admitting your mistake is one thing, but forgiveness comes from genuine remorse, not from such theatrics. Why make everyone

snorted from the corner,

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

is right. Get up, what’s with this

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

she clutched her cheek.

her side, helping Mara

heal?” Mara clung to Cecilia’s hand, her eyes

that can’t be