The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Mara finally came to, her return to consciousness accompanied by the cold, hard reality of the floor beneath her and an awkward blush creeping across her cheeks.

Vivienne, having just finished checking Karen’s pupils for any irregularities, heard Mara stir and casually tossed her a smartphone.

“Didn’t forget our chat from last night, did you?”

Mara pushed herself upright, a thread of hope in her voice. “So, if I help you out, we’re square?”

Vivienne chuckled while adjusting Karen’s blanket, her gaze still fixed on Mara. “You should get it straight, Mara. You’re helping yourself.”

Mara paused, the warning in Vivienne’s words chilling her to the bone. She dropped to her knees, desperation quivering in her voice. “Vivienne, please, I’m begging you. Save my brother. I’ll do anything, work day and night, anything at all. I had no choice!”

Vivienne perched herself on the edge of Karen’s bed, her eyes dancing with amusement at Mara’s plea. “And what exactly can you offer me in terms of service?”

Mara bit her lip, words failing her.

Compared to Vivienne, she felt utterly powerless.

Watching Mara’s flustered attempts at negotiation, Vivienne lost interest in prolonging the conversation. “Keep your nose clean, follow my instructions, and once your treatment is done, I’ll see to it that you keep your life.”

Mara’s tears, unbidden, streamed down her face. “My brother’s stuck in some godforsaken asylum in M State, Vivienne. It’s a loony bin! For the love of all that’s holy, he never did you wrong. Please, get him out. He’s all the family I’ve got left in this world!”

Vivienne nearly laughed at the absurdity of it all.

What did that have to do with her?

Was she expected to forgive and go out of her way to rescue Huxley just because he’d never crossed her?

Ridiculous.

Disinterested, Vivienne’s voice turned icy. “Do as I say, or not even you will make it out alive.”

With those final words, she stood and left the room.

Mara slumped to the floor, a portrait of despair.

If Gillian found out she had betrayed her, Huxley’s fate was sealed. Yet, failing to comply with Vivienne meant her own demise.

between a rock and a

who had been watching the drama unfold with a detached curiosity,

straits,

Willa couldn’t understand it.

she wouldn’t hesitate. Even if it meant choosing between her own life

place. With Flynn missing, the boss unreachable, and having been kicked out of Vanguard Agency by Vance, she needed to find a way out of this

hadn’t seen Percival grovel. She wouldn’t be cast

this moment, her

up, “Boss,

“It’s Mara.”

heart sank. “What do

“I… I killed someone.”

a killer? If you had the guts,

was Karen, Vivienne’s mother. Boss made me do it. What now? I’ve pinned it on Aaron, but Vivienne will trace it back

“You actually did

me, you’re the first name

that, Mara

called her contact immediately, “Boss, I shouldn’t disturb you, but Mara’s killed

deep voice interrupted, “Mara

aloud. She double-checked

was a

Gillian pressed, “Who are

am, Gillian. Your

ended, and before Gillian could process what had just happened, her phone exploded in her

phone’s remnants scattered on

was beyond repair;

collapsed, sweat beading on

Had

Panic set in.

paced her house, unsure of her

couldn’t be a castaway

that resolve, Gillian stormed out, driving off into the

shadows, Draven reported to Vivienne, “Young Master, Gillian’s on the move, and her phone’s out

“Her destination?”

the GPS, she’s headed

Linklater Mansion? What could Gillian be seeking