The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Vivienne lifted a hand and gently tilted Mara’s chin upward, her expression icy, “Do I need to remind you of the way your grandmother treated my mother-in-law? My mother-in-law was nothing but kind and generous to the Boyd family. What reason did she have to be ashamed in front of your grandma?”

Mara bit her lip hard, clearly struggling with resentment, “But you can’t just take people! I admit I did wrong, and you used me as a guinea pig—that punishment I accept. But what did Huxley do? He was minding his own business at home, and you took him prisoner. How is that fair?”

Vivienne’s face remained expressionless as she released Mara’s chin and wiped her hands with a tissue. With a calm voice, she commanded, “Thomas, bring it in.”

In no time, Thomas entered the room, carrying over his shoulder an android that was the spitting image of Huxley.

With a thud, the robot was unceremoniously dumped on the floor, landing right next to Mara’s feet.

The android’s lifeless eyes stared directly at the siblings, sending Mara into a shriek of fear as she turned and buried herself in Huxley’s embrace.

Huxley’s face paled, his anger from days of captivity dissipating under Vivienne’s icy gaze.

It was as if he suddenly became aware of the gravity of his situation.

His face was ashen, and with trembling hands, he shielded Mara behind him. “What is this thing? Why does it look exactly like me?”

Vivienne locked eyes with him. “What? You don’t recognize this ‘thing’?”

“How could I?” Huxley retorted immediately, “Is this an android? Why would you make one that looks like me? Vivienne, look at me. I’m nothing compared to my sister; I have no chance against you—why can’t you just leave me alone?”

The confusion and helplessness on his face did not seem feigned.

Anna believed she had encountered countless smooth-talking criminals and could often tell when they were lying—not always, but at least four times out of five.

But now, facing Huxley, she couldn’t tell if he was lying at all.

by the higher-ups. “Mr. Boyd, even if you haven’t seen this android,

Huxley hesitated, “Should I?”

“This android was found in my mother-in-law’s hospital

as he realized Percival seemed

think of a way to talk himself out of

couldn’t even bear to look in

eyes flickering with nervousness and ferocity buried

Damn it!

hell were they

a mess; what could he possibly do

be looking for an excuse to get

wouldn’t let them

look like Huxley? He was kidnapped and taken to M State before—who knows what they did with him there? Percival, Vivienne, we’re family, after

spoke with a soft, analytical

their eyebrows raised as if they were actually

near-affirmative gestures

also dared to hope as he

step in front of him again, “You’ve seen what he’s like—so timid he wouldn’t even harm a chicken.

fleeting stiffness in Huxley’s body as

did, and a dark glint flashed in her beautiful

curving into a

Vivienne, is it possible there’s a mole in your operation? After all, only those on the inside would

Vivienne’s smile bloomed like a poisonous poppy, chilling to

in her smile and tossed the tissue she had used into the trash, speaking calmly,

remained impassive, his hawk-like eyes fixed on Huxley, his voice deep and rough,